• mitchrakee 5w

    Her Hair Before A Kiss

    Precarious, nervous even -
    Can a smell be nervous?

    Because here we are,
    there you are, charging
    the air with electric hair-strands,
    dangerous stingy jellyfish strands,
    sweetly stinging my face, captured now,
    fragrant sinews invading gently,
    mind numb, caressed by hooks and barbs,
    a tentative olfactory invasion...
    But that's you.
    That's love.

    I breathe slow.
    Preserving the anxious
    flighty scent.

    That's you.