Reek of Love.

Your skin tells vanilla stories 

Of what your silly pump’s been upto.

Born in the piano and tired of tying laces,

Reading all those faces,

Seeing all that cleavage.

Stinging sexual tension

Stringing cloth lines damp.

Salted candy intention.

You have chewed all evil in you

And others

Going from mobile phones, settling for pagers

And pages.

Brain tied picture locket

The locket has a code and a game of mazes

Fun to play

Life’s full of these phases 

And such cliché phrases.

But it makes me uncomfortable

I can’t hide vanity that come with me. 

Neither can you.

You reek of goodness

You stink of silent grief.

Like chocolate truffle

Burnt in a charcoal dream

Going to extremes

Face heart shaped

You reek of over thought

You reek of love.

Move over; don’t choke me with mercury thick

breathe me let

Air pollution

outlet

Sweet slow motion 

Motion blur

Oh don’t look at me

Your eyes tell me vanilla stories.

To me you reek of love.

Pungent and intoxicating; you reek of goodness

You smell of honey dew lined strawberry dreams

You reek of over thought and scotch.

Like sugar too much

Scary Selfless Smell of love.

Citrus love. 

O you Freak of Love.

You are weak of love.

Our August week of love.

Don't come close,

You may just leak of love.

Reek of love.