I have struggled in the thickening wind,
which changes course to blunder me
and bombard me with castrating thoughts
The wind attempts to bury me
It follows me and scathes my efforts
as I trek upwind of a lovely scent
I can smell it, our forgotten love,
and the odor wilts my legs:
planted in our fragrant hillside
Remembrance of oils
the sweetest cologne
catching my senses in the night
You drowned me in bed sheets
and concocted a makeshift lavender lubricant
that later soothed your tired hand
Why does this smell follow me?
Living in perpetual perfume
and escaping the wind
that holds the many smells
I hate to smell of you