Dear Diary, Poem by Cj Heck

Dear Diary,

Rating: 5.0


I think I’m suffering from
breathing memories,
and I think it’s pure and simply
the ABC’s of olfactory.
Damn. It has to be.
Nothing has ever made me
come more unglued.

It was a she-thing, he-thing.
Biological or chemical - maybe.
Raw. Yes, that was it,
raw and animalistic somehow.

I’ll tell you what,
my eyes could go,
my ears along with them,
but the nose knows.
That him-scent traveled nerves
I had been unaware of
until I breathed him in.

Diary,
there was a direct line,
right here inside of me,
miles and miles of it, maybe,
and it was connected to the Y.
My Y.
It made me all tingly, wet, ready
and aching to have him fill me up,
all from that heady scent of his.

Damn that scent!
… miss that scent.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scarlett Treat 20 February 2007

Deaf and blind, we still have touch and smell - and how well you have 'damned' that scent, for the heartache it brings, the memories that fill our heads (and hearts!) .

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Cj Heck

Cj Heck

Born in Columbus OH - living in Florida
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