When I smell sex, I smell you | 13 April 2007

When I smell sex, I smell you,
half-alive in the scent that leaves me
mystified. Who takes curtains
off their rods? Who breaks
the glass just to hear the sound,
to leave the scars, unimagined
without dust, without dirt.
I hoped for the sandcastle
to revel the truth.

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