Sunday 9 October 2016

I smell of..


I smell of longing and sweet nothings
Of passion in eyes 
Merging with those browns

I smell of a divided time
That I counted with my heartbeats
And a black watch

I smell of unsaid words
And written diary notes
After which I fidgeted a lot

I smell of fragility, beauty and everything I cannot undo
Then I remembered
That I smell of you.



3 comments:

  1. Somewhere the lines trike a chord. Loved it.

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  2. Wow, this is different and lovely ☺️

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  3. so well handled eroticism, at the same time it goes deeper. can sure touch some deep drowned memories. my complements

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