12.5.11

Flavor of the Smell

Highway traffic in the distance
Sweet weed smoke
Birds awake and chirping
Either too early or way too late

Scents can bring sense to a situation
A chance meeting perhaps
In a bar where people meet
Regularly
Not all of them fuck
Some do

But that smell
An aroma that started this wild thing
And that your history baffles me
It feels like a teenage Summer in such a short time
The echo of possibilities is like din

And a truck rattles by on that highway
Delivering drugs to people
That couldn't handle feeling the way we do

Realizing it wasn't the scent I thought it was
But knowing in that moment
I wanted to taste you
And know the flavor of that smell

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