Love Stinks
By: Jonathon, Kaotic Theory & FreshADiddle
'oooo that smell'
rocking and rolling
memory on repeat -
wanting a playback.
just your scent
priceless tagged;
my eyes see
through the sheets
every-now and again,
wanting to crave
savoring the taste
like buds in my nose
beauty isn't measured
only pleasure -
because sex is better.
....
that certain essence
of that distinct scent
has my sinuses dancing
like a waltz of passion
i can almost taste her
as she would swim
through the oxygen
traveling up my nostrils
was pure and cleansy
like the garden of eden
caressing me with her
convincing odor....
i call her love.
....
He lived in a basement apartment...
and smoked hella weed.
He had a compulsion for hand washing...
and eternally ashy knuckles.
We taught each other things.
I introduced him to Nag Champa...
to cover up the weed smell.
He preached the benefit of cocoa butter,
for his ashy paws and my long legs.
I would love to forget him.
Every time I go to the corner store,
the scent of his bed sheets fills me.
The store clerk loves Nag Champa...
And my summer time shiny legs
remind me of his shoulders cradling my knees.
I should have done more blow in college.