The Sweet Smell of Women
The Sweet Smell of Women
They walked past me in the cold outdoor café
with their silky eyes, smiles and perfume
and their scent dropped into my coffee and down
my shirt collar but I didn't mind the warm-rain feel of it
and in my head I shouted to them ,”come back!
come back!,” and I thought I saw them smiling
one of those women’s’ smiles that they do
and they looked here and there with their soft
eyes and waist length hair and chattering heels
and the sweet smell of women went out into
the street
and I sat there naked (so to speak)
so to write, so to say…
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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