2005
Scent
There is another woman’s scent in my nostrils
on my upper lip
my tongue – inadvertently
See it was a hug
and I was caught off guard
between the squash chicken noodle soup
and the Tropicana grape juice
She came from behind
hugging me
and I
turned head first into the crook of her neck
into the pulse of her body
into the belly of her scent
and it lingered
that touch of perfume or cologne
it lingered,
though I wiped it
it remained
on my person
her scent lingered in my memory
causing me to
speak to myself
in he middle of the day
out loud
of how my belly
quivered
from her scent
and how all I could do was lament
the fact that it was not you
that I had turned
head first
into…
and I can appreciate
why a man
can chase anything
in a skirtwith boobs
and curves
and woman-ness…
What I can honor now
is knowing
one day,
I will be able to fully love you
with the same intensity
that I cherished
that scent
of another
woman…
© 2005 Sandra Jean-Pierre
