Oh that Smell.
His scent on my pillow has now faded into that vague male odor
musky, husky, full of testosterone and brimming with promises, lies and quickened heart beats
the face next to mine blurs and melts into the Next
and I laugh
I laugh because it's getting better
I'm getting better
He's getting better
That scent lingers and reminds me of tender caresses and harsh words and tear-stained pillowcases, crumpled sheets and the hope that spilt every time
but I come back for more
can't wait to breathe it in again, fully, deeply
I still believe.
musky, husky, full of testosterone and brimming with promises, lies and quickened heart beats
the face next to mine blurs and melts into the Next
and I laugh
I laugh because it's getting better
I'm getting better
He's getting better
That scent lingers and reminds me of tender caresses and harsh words and tear-stained pillowcases, crumpled sheets and the hope that spilt every time
but I come back for more
can't wait to breathe it in again, fully, deeply
I still believe.
Labels: Poetry
posted by slickaphonic at 6:53 AM
4 Comments:
Oh god. Oh yeah. When the wheels finally totally came off the cart and I could no longer drag the thing with The Man Who Has Set the Bar Insanely High and Ruined Me for Every Other Man for the Rest of my Life I could not bear to wash the pillowcase until the smell of him had faded and it smelled only like dust the last time I gave in to my enormous, shameful craving for contact and pressed my face to it, inhaling. And it wasn't even a particularly provacative scent, it just smelled like head.
Onward.
oh, i once slept with my nose burrowed into the armpit of His unwashed sweatshirt for 6 consecutive evenings.
before that strong odor--that mixture of male sweat and spicey deoderant-- had even faded, i set fire to those memories with a bottle of tide and fifteen dryer sheets.
you are braver than I am. flat out.
oh, lord, we belong entirely to the mutual admiration society, m'dear. i can't tell you how your own words/blog and encouragement of my writing has helped me over this last year...
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