Initially you were fragrance
Wind used to give me your address
Then you became a name
Streets were known by your footsteps
Then you became eyes
It penetrated my days so badly,
That I had to bury my time
Then…you became a face…and then breasts…
And this expedition cost me my innocence
And before I could have find a trail
A dense jungle swallowed me.
Now you become, home of a naked tribal man
And whenever people shout your name
I become aware of my nakedness.
Copyright © Manon Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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