Your Most Profound Skin

Your Most Profound SkinFathom its gilded secretWhere all is but a fleeting flameWhich bursts and blooms into acharmed roseFrom which springs an exquisite perfume--Apollinaire, "Les Collines"Every amorous memory retains its madeleines, and I want you to know, wherever you are, that mine is a fragrance of blond tobacco that carries me back to the ripeness of that night, to the luminous moment of your most profound skin. Not the tobacco that one inhales, the smoke that papers one's throat...