I don't smell well, so your smell was
no crushing loss.
I handed your name down to a student
and a boss.
The feeling of you hands was never hot
enough to brand me.
I have a dozen other friends who can
pretend to understand me,
But the feeling I get when the sight of
your face
Revs up everything less than eighteen
inches from my waist,
That I have yet to replace.
No comments:
Post a Comment