I
SMELLED LOVE
11-23-04
by Carl A. Patton, Atlanta, GA
They
said he
walked
among the
flowers
and heard,
The
birds sing
songs
of the day,
songs
of the night.
Floral
scents of
honey
filled the
air
inflaming nostrils.
The
honey comb
was
there. So
was
lavender blue?
Here
we saw
flesh
and honey
meet
in fusion.
Passion
and desire
flowed.
Wonderful were
the
night scents.
Seductive
air gripped
the
room. Mature
hearts
smelled love.
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