swapping scents
intersecting follicles
insisting orifices
urged til bruising
an extra ****** pressing
of olives, of grapes.

aimlessly stumbling
traipsing through gardens

A bruised and softened pear
a lump of clay
dented with fingerprints

Fixated between fixtures
hair made a nest

It collects the evidence
to place beneath the gallows

The incense drifts outwards
and spells out denial.

that's the one
with the lonely gaze

closing in
tighten the skin

rosen dermis
pulled taut

evidence of a wound
desperate to be forgotten.

returned to the carnivores
kin baptizing one another in blood.
One day we're gonna find you
hanging from that rosary.

We never saw the swans
reflecting into elephants
These clouded cobwebbed shells
our minds all ***** dreamed.

Scent is tied to memory
too strongly for my liking.
Yet I remain
naked and unwashed
hoping
your scent
still permeates through.
I want to revert
back with you
to that prehistoric era.