You are...

Very short poem. Hopeless romantic stuff...I'll get over it.

A scent
I breathe you
fresh, familiar, sweet
lost in the breathless summer heat
disappearing, then lingering
stay longer
fresh

A flavour
I taste you
organic, liquid, living
a kiss that is so sweet
warm lips, parted
new life
giving

A colour
roasted caramel
deep, warm, earthen
as the land beneath my feet
I will one day return
to lay within
you