floating on smooth summer air
a hot breeze seeps into the mountain pass
the aroma of cinnamon
earthy and humid, it envelops my face
like opening my mother’s oven thanksgiving morning

your pheromones came to me
on the wave of the sticky evening air
i breathed you in
i devoured all the oxygen from the valley
greedy and gorged
like thanksgiving evening
i succumb to the aromatic hangover
stargazing on my back in the soft grass