The Scent Of You
I smell your slightly dirty hair
The Scent Of You
I smell your slightly dirty hair
and see dark roots pushing thru
...you smell of stale cigarettes
...stale coffee
and stale attitude
I know you have
a fearsome spirit
I can smell it on your breath
I can smell it on my skin
after your caress
So go ahead and pretend...
...that you don’t even care
...you don’t have a dream left...
a thought left
a place left...
for me to ever share
You only show your fearsomeness
to those that give you pause
to those that don’t flatter you
swagger you
badger you
or bring out your
polished claws
The scent of you is like a poison
lingering gently on my lips
killing me softly...
killing me slowly
as you trace my quivering mouth
with your calloused fingertips
About the Creator
Robin Edwards
Robin is a veteran, having proudly served in the United States Air Force. She worked as a speech therapist for several years before retiring. She enjoys writing, working on art, and margaritas!
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