Smell of Perfume:

[strangeclouds]

When you reached for me,
You saw your hands stop
Before touching the glass-
But to me-
They traveled
Into
And among-
The depths
Of myself-
Leaving imprints
Of immediate familiarity-
And faster
Diminishing clarity...
And sometimes
When you breathe me in
I can’t help but wonder
How you live
Off my essence
When I hide
It’s stench of decay
With the smell
Of perfume.
But then-
I realize,
That it is only a matter of time
Before you start to sink...
And then you will look to me
To inhale some life
But you will find-
That it is myself,
In which
You-
Are drowning.

[Aaron Graf]

Tamela you always have a way with words, took me a few times to kinda get it but I actually understand it now, this is a great piece you did. I'm doing the poems of Conscience letter this week, actually gonna restart on doing thsoe things again for myself. IT's goin' in it by the way.

[strangeclouds]

hey thanks id really like it if you put make a wish in, i think its in the other section.