II Senses XIV: The Scent of Leaving


The moment I left your bed

with the small spots of euphoria

we shared over night,

your smell stayed

beneath the rim of my shirt

If I stayed

I would be left

holding on to it

until islands and oceans started to grow

between the tip of our middle fingers.

I never knew

how wild flowers and berries

smelled in paradise

or how the Gods looked like in heaven,

but I knew that you were one —

You were one

I dreamt about every night,

when you planted tiny kisses

on my back

as though

you were picking gummy bears

with your mouth

leaving your scent

in every part of my body

until I started to smell

exactly just like you.

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