Smell my hands
Inhale my growing fingers
Grasping your strong arm
Pale with the strain
Veins
Exploding
You are calling my name
In her bed
By her side
And she is grasping your arm
In the dream
You could smell me
And now
The musky scent only lovers live to make
And love
My fingers linger in memory
Empty thoughts are filled
For you
With the words I write
And when the wind is right
The smell
The sweet stinging smell of the fingers
Creating these lines