Your smell is vanilla with mint,
I dreamed last night,
with a taste of liquorice.
I love hate this,
collation equation,
comparison reducing you
to a perfumed
meal mixture
composed by
odors and colors.
Mainstay maintains
the connection.
Praying
in a temple of flavours
begging
to materialize my senses
hiding
the sensualizing images
dancing
in my absent eyes.
Oppressing presence
in the following languor
refusing the cleaning
soap
made only
to smell .
Melon with ginger
Is your coming night
taste.
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