Wanting Love On the Wind
The happenstance of love
came with a daub of hungry
came sweet and pure of scent
came wafting on the wind.
I sneezed after a moment
an intense reaction to come on
intense as folly leads one
to whisper "come smell, lead on".
And though whispers of remorse followed
whistled like wind over heartburn
chanted not scent, nonsense!
trumpeted, not forward, turn and run!
The flutters in my heart shivered
quivered with each step nearer
fretted to myself ignore your liver
delivered myself to a dank smile.
Oh, what could of been perchance was missed
what could be spots on precious skin
what could be sweet or sinister
what could be dangerous or dazzling
Never made it past the perfume salesman.
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