The Agent Provocateur: SMELL


Wake up, sleepyhead.
A brief encounter with the unnecessary needed
That barely recanted tryst with a smile for the road
And finger-crossing before you hit the pillows
The scent of sex imminent and yet faint and borrowed
No room for any one of Cupid’s arrows
Yet you find yourself wafting like a breeze in the calm before the storm
Punished with an afterglow gleaming with droplets of a brewing maelstrom
Sunk in that bad-girl bad-habit great-night great-mind paradox
A study in the contrast of the long and short term memory for the bright and lost
It was good chemistry with a middle finger for the implications
And while you damn to hell double-standard opinions
You stay in bed, smoking in instant nostalgia and in cozy deep breaths
For the smoke in your hair has a way of saying you got what you wanted —


(c) 2012
Vivien Marie Lopez
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