David Joel Rodriguez (San Antonio, Tx)

There proceeds the uncommitted man elated by feminine scents
What is to become of the hopeless being, perplexed by olfactory?
A simple whiff as the opposite passes beknownst what she wears
Ostentatiously swerving side to side in supernal enticing fashion

With unreceptive eyes, going thru walls for the love of a fragrance
Mind bending visions of a delicious quixotic lust of a morning glory
Hovering away to what once was gravitas, precious without prayers
In the end, your sacred touch was your seduction to my destruction