The Smells That Aren't Sold at B&BW
the epitome of you:
flirtatious
gentleman
a hell-like paradise
a book with the words scribbled out
blackout poetry?
i can feel my heart
squeezing itself
second hand hug
dominant arms and simple acts
first hand heartbreak when you pull away
i’m so cold
darling
you’re warm
your heart’s temperature drops
for me
i don’t care
if your hand is sweaty
please leave it
when you depart
i’ll shiver
your absence
an invisible handprint
glow like stinging slap of December
throb in sync
the beat of my heart
the beat of my heart
doesn’t beat for you
beats faster with the presence of you
breathe in musk and midnight humidity
the kind of camphoraceous vanilla that made me cough up
you
you
smells like old cigarettes and coffee
head on your chest
listen to your heart beat
contradicts my own
thump thump thump
beat for me
as a friend
imagine
the qualities of falling down stairs
then you
stumble
crash down
similarities
i can see the world in his eyes
not my world
our world
not in the clichè way
i see the Earth
blue ocean and green land
surrounded
its atmosphere
enticing oxygen
so intoxicating i have to breathe through cigarette butts to
filter out the chemical warfare you use as cologne
the higher you go
the lesser the oxygen
this must be true
the closer i get
you take my breath away