The Aroma Drifting through masucline corridors Is that wafting scent Some sweet tantalizing notion that there were once guys once there. It's an odd reassurance Roughly handled with a manly touch. I could wallow in those smells Aromaterapy to barren lips Surrounding myself with the air of arms The porte au bras with me in the middle The fumes engulf me, Submersing my mind in illusions If only the air would solidify into a human's solid snare! Encircle me in its depth Reamin engraved upon a forgettful memory Once my bath in this appealing aroma is done My little hope would see its fate.
Written 10-24-99