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For Her With No Nose

4 Aug

His scent drove her to distraction.

It wafted under her nostrils as she meandered through the day,

assailing her from under her nails, over her shoulder, out of her hair,

from the crevices of her body

where he had nestled.

His smell of intoxication,

their intoxication,

the heady fragrance of skin on skin

and seeping sweat

and rain

and longing

and babies-in-waiting,

cloaking the earth in an urgent, primal need,

festering, clawing for its right to survive;

swirling into somnolent minds

and jaded spirits,

leaving craving, anticipation,

and half-mouthed miss-yous

in its wake.