Getting late,
friends calling,
car starts,
“Guys, please wait.”
Let people know I'm coming
before I enter,
let my perfume introduce me,
the rich man with expensive fur.
In the dark, the golden cap I see,
three sprays on my body,
frozen world surrounding me.
The echoes in my mind—
“Oh, I love this scent.”
The harmony of voices fills my ears,
the blurred era vividly appears.
The specific bottle held memories.
I stopped using it.
I felt someone's with me.
My brain'd spin, nothing else I could see.
The moments lit like flames,
deceiving my head,
the movie of the past
plays on the screen of the heart.
Oh, the way I always wore that—
every meet, every event,
the same compliment I'd get.
“It’s for someone special,”
I'd flirt back.
The days when I had to see you,
when I'd hope our distance's be on a diet,
I would spray that special liquid,
the magical moments it signifies.
Lights on!
My friend's red.
He grabs my hand.
The revision of the past just had to end.
STEAMING NOSTRILS, RIP-ROARING LOUD
you know a great movie when you press your own palm
over your mouth, eyes pop, breath rasps
open the gates, all of them
Jurassic Park
12/16/2018
Seals seal their nostrils, can stay underwater for half an hour
OUR body would float to the surface and looking like cauliflower
Like kinda dead
Eyes widespread
One breath every hour could leave us with a taste quite sour
lurks in dark moist caves...
nostrils just above low waves
nest of gold she craves
Nostrils of the earth--
geysers huffin' puffin' steam
and gushing water
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