Your Smell
Your smell
Is watching me
It penetrates my skin
The easy way
The fanatic way
And even against my will
It walks where I walk
It follows all my moves
And repeat the way I talk
It counts my breath
And my heart
Three thousand beats
It reads with me
My preferred books
And writes with me
My journal
It chooses for me
The type of poems
I should write
And asks me to
To sort them later
Into vertical poems
Oblique poems
And then into
Audacious
And cowardly ones
Your smell
Is always here
It takes my hand
Whenever I am lost
Whenever it rains
It flies away
Whenever it is a sunny day
To bring me some
White and red roses
Your smell starts to be
My shadow
Starts to be me
Dictates my thoughts
And my livelihood
I am rebellious
More than the desert dunes
But I am still in possessed by
Your tyrannical smell.
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