Human Scent

As many of you know I'll be in Europe for the next 3.5 weeks, so posting might be rather sparce. Here's a poem I wrote at JFK on the way here:

There's this scent that comes over you

When you wash off all of life's perfumes

Worn and torn

Smells of hair and roots

And of supple skins 

Naturally soft tune

Scents of fingertips

And luscious lips

And of course legs lengths

And tips of toes

All smelled by the end of your nose 

7/13/2014

Riley Welch