Olfactory Homage.

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I inhale sharply. It’s a pungent sweet that makes me dream of the afternoons when I meet you.

I can taste you now. The first brush of your lips, like dried sandstone in the Mediterranean heat.

I watered you with my longing. I can still see your teeth from beneath your beard. A smile that knows only me. You have something more for me, I know it. You have something more.


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