Scent of a Man

Grandeur of Small Things

Your scent is not flowers and gardens
Not stars and galaxy
Not a handcrafted masterpiece.
But Im trying to memorize it.
Its imperfect but its like the powerful sun
Radiates strength
Like a war loving naked greek God
Valient,unsettled,always ready to
Protect and attack.
Eager to establish dominance.
Im trying to memorize your scent
So that I could apply it too
On my neck behind my ear lobe
When your lips your murmuring words
Like brief pecks of kisses
As if my heart forgot to breath.
How shamelessly I've replayed that divine moment of the dark corner,
The celestial fraction of time
Where the ups and downs of your rough godly face
Caressing my skin,setting fire to my senses
Only God knows how I've cursed that piece of cloth,
That was between you and I.
Like a piece of cloud
Covering the moonlight to collapse on the chest of the vast ocean.
I will keep two cigarettes for us
One on my wishful lips
Other on your muscly hands
In the carnival of hidious unclaimed soft lust
Fateful yet sinful.