Chapter 2 – Smell

31 Aug

Smell my hands

Inhale my growing fingers

Grasping your strong arm

Pale with the strain

Veins

Exploding

You are calling my name

In her bed

By her side

And she is grasping your arm

In the dream

You could smell me

And now

The musky scent only lovers live to make

And love

My fingers linger in memory

Empty thoughts are filled

For you

With the words I write

And when the wind is right

The smell

The sweet stinging smell of the fingers

Creating these lines

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