you’ll find it on the back streets

on hot and humid nights.

you’ll smell the night is tinged

with something sacrine bleeding

melancholic.

remembering nights when me and my guy
would be altered and get nostalgic;

remembering times when decaying crusts of summers browning bronzed you;

ask me how the back end of his thigh tastes...

fluorescent?

what about the inside of his neckline...

phosphorescent?

full gut but somehow craving,

so sweet but somehow rotting,

in the halogen lights,

what is this smell?

     : magnolia