chemical memories

Where does perfume go 

The smell of the moon 

The smell of snow 

It is more than breath and chemicals 

It is more than fresh cut grass 

I can taste you like a sandwich 

I can smell you through the glass 

How do I know you 

Like a nose 

Between the rails 

Gay as hosiery 

Prevailing against the waves 

That drop like ashes 

On a kalashnikov 

The smell of metal 

The smell of an apple 

Rust and vinegar 

The smell of night 

If you listen 

To the pheromones in the stars 

You can rip the clitoris 

Which strips the airwaves 

With its rent

Like the fall out from the wedding flight 

Of a dark fairy colony 

Stealing ravages in an orgy of scent

It is more than breath and chemicals 

It is more than fresh cut grass 

I can taste you like a sandwich 

I can smell you through the glass
I can smell your frail incipience 
Candles spell your riven past.

16/08/17 

photo on glass plate - anatole green 

painting on photo - irina savina