Your Smell

Your smell Is watching me It penetrates my skin The easy way The fanatic way And even against my will It walks where I walk It follows all my moves And repeat the way I talk It counts my breath And my heart Three thousand beats It reads with me My preferred books And writes with me My journal It chooses for me The type of poems I should write And asks me to To sort them later Into vertical poems Oblique poems And then into Audacious And cowardly ones Your smell Is always here It takes my hand Whenever I am lost Whenever it rains It flies away Whenever it is a sunny day To bring me some White and red roses Your smell starts to be My shadow Starts to be me Dictates my thoughts And my livelihood I am rebellious More than the desert dunes But I am still in possessed by Your tyrannical smell.