Sweet and Sour
The tang of the vital body
scents an inner sky
the fleshy funk
as it surfaces to be perceived.
Aromas; the perfumed stench
of the incarnate
so like a flowering orchid
its thick leafed presence
overwhelming, its delicate enticements
an allure chained to an image
that blooms into sex.
The pervading smell of memory
the attar of the rose,
the delicate fragrance of enticement
all a waft toward corruption
where death plants its roots
deep into the blossom.
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