The HuntA Poem by Markus AnthonyThis poem was based on personal experience.It's your scent, your noiseless presence in the air it dwells gliding through my nose my bloodhound nose I keep following it teasing me. where's does it come from are you here or there in our broken past
I lost your smell gone in two heartbeats back then they raced stronger as we perspired. . I tried sniffing my fingers I tried sniffing someone's back the desk, the medtray, the cefepime cap I sniffed it all just alcohol
I gave up the hunt and bothered no more the air carries many mixed insults in your breath in the morning from things you finally let go sweet in strands the nectar in your neck I kissed with caution I nipped with passion
I went home, rode the jeepney it pricked me sudden in gauge less than thirty my nose upturned, my ears went up im sure of that it sprang out there, in a fabric of blue he wears you strong and true as you have always been his and never my bliss. © 2018 Markus AnthonyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMarkus AnthonyAboutI'm Markus, a struggling medical student who loves to write poems based on romantic impulses and personal experience. On my own from markanthony.celestial on 8tracks Radio. more..Writing
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