My blanket smells of your sweat
last night when you slept here
in the comfort of my arms.
The strong stinking scent
makes me strangely attracted,
Attached is an understatement,
I know it like the devil in me,
flashes of recollections- turning,
pulling me back to addiction.
It's like a storm in my brain,
or climbing a mountain.
Soft feeling of permanence,
gentle as a feather and brittle,
without logic but touch is enough
to keep the strong that makes me weak
And revive the synapse that started.
The sweet scent of your sweat
leaves a piercing memory through me,
too many,
was here but now away,
close today, tomorrow lost, but wanted,
un-conditional, never forgotten.
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