Tuesday, May 27, 2008

disturbing

When the sheer selfishness
of the ACT
makes the soul tremble
and we indulge
in airy
very airy
goodbyes,
I smelt defeat.

It had a whiff of
malice
I think (I know)

Explain,
the smell of heartache
from a long distance
call

I loved you
I have no inhibitions about admitting
your
scent
drives.me.nuts

Why not explore
with our noses as lovers
and find
that... spice.. that.. aroma
behind
an earlobe
(maybe?)
or the back of your knee...