his musk lingered in
the hot static air
like the bedroom of a dead man
not long cold
as if he’d just stepped out
and it hadn’t had time to settle
passing such a sorrowful scent
Poetry, Prose. Arranging words.
his musk lingered in
the hot static air
like the bedroom of a dead man
not long cold
as if he’d just stepped out
and it hadn’t had time to settle
passing such a sorrowful scent