His sweat smells like Benneton
Fresh against the searing sun
I close my eyes and breathe in
The breeze that carries his fleeting aroma

Black currant

Bergamot

Cotton flower

Water

Cedar

White musk

I can't write...

I have the urge...

this strange feeling

clawing it's way out of my chest

but still...

I can't put it out in words



I stare at the blank page on my computer screen

the cursor blinking impatiently

I type my first sentence... "I can't write..."