She drowns her neck in perfume
And turns in circles around herself
To inhale the scent
That she will forsake
On his skin
Tonight.




-LynnAA

Inhale your cigarette
Exhale its smoke
Take a sip of your American coffee
And lay on your back
Wait for me to lay on your chest
Then call for me to lay on your chest
I whisper words of love coated with passivity
Into your spiderweb-made ear
And you smile for you have heard nothing
I find the courage to play with your beard
And your leg finds its way in between mine
And I mistakenly caress you excessively
But intentionally leave my trace on you
And I breathe one last time on your neck
As you are reaching for your now cold American coffee
And the smoke of your precious cigarette
Builds a wall between us
That reminded me of what I am to you




-LynnAA

Let me stay in your arms a little longer
Before the smell of your cigarette holds on to my light brown hair.




-LynnAA

She looked at him
One last time
And smiled
Leaving her floral scent
Lingering in his shirt




-LynnAA

Hello, Sir, would you like a drink?

He didn't lift his head
No, thank you

His voice was gruff
Maybe smoky
Or just *******
She couldn't tell
It was raw and deep
Just like the North Atlantic Ocean
It held the amount of women
He must have broken
Or ******
Or maybe both
It was inviting
And she wanted an invitation

Alright, Sir




-LynnAA

She's mad
She's mad
That woman
Who always showers herself
With floral fragrances
Who waits for the wrong moments
To tell the most important things
Who laughs genuinely loud
In the most uncontrollable way
She's mad
She's mad
At being the woman
That she is




-LynnAA

She walked in
And every
Unit of
Time and space
Became a
Concept
Of his
Imagination.

He looked
At her
Eyes
Wide open
Studying the
Female-like
Constellation
Starting
To form
Every single
Star
Colliding
Into another.

She was
Something
New
Pure
Shattered
And rebuilt
And he
Saw it
With eyes
Wide open.




-LynnAA