The boy walking in front of me With a slight limp on his left leg A backwards astro hat And dark skin underneath darker clothes Smelled of coffee And the humid breeze lifted axe from his neck Backwards and up my nose
He smelled of trouble Of seventh grade solitude And looked as if he walked out of my fifth grade memories
Still I thought of you
***** and dark Dope across your tee shirt Freckles spotting your smile that press into your dimples Lifting the corners of my mouth
I'd like to lick cologne from your neck Made of sweat and ****** solitude
You made none of my memories Smelled and looked of nothing familiar Only past daydreams
Maybe I'm just tired
I was up all night thinking of Ma She has always smelled of Ck perfume No matter how much money we had
She looks like all of my memories
Her short boy haircut Her androgynous women's work suit I remember her younger
Still loving women
Made of muscle, teaching me how to run After soccer and before the gym
At night She went out in slinky tank tops Made of sparkles or silk, and sometimes both
Leaving, she'd kiss my forehead as she left me with father and my 101 Dalmatians sippy cup I'd hug around her neck And breathe in her Ck perfume