In this sea of people their is a desolate dankness in the air.
Among the cigarette smoke and liquor evaporating from these young bodies;
Her hair, smelling of a new shampoo her friend Hannah suggested,
is safety, sustinence.
The scent of citrus and lavender, a beautiful gentle streak
Her smooth, child like, skin is tender and sleek.
She is a flower, and I, a buzzing bumblebee.
She is somewhere I go,
When I no longer know,
If there is anything else clean in this world.