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My olfactories take in my dawny skin
with salts pinned of your old.

I take a bath
and my each movement is a fragrance.
You smell new.

I get dressed
and in my added silks, you appear in nozzles
for an extra – marital rush.

You say, you will exist.
Even when cosiness meets its odd.

I refuse to sigh
and then
my turning the door open…

only to feel your pollens across
my face.

The unexpected nod at your arrival
followed by an immediate and expressive
‘I am eager’.

The swaying tulips spot me in a repeated sneeze
answering their call.

The delay, as
I can’t get out of you
to reach you.

I realise your words;
You are so present.


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