Her Scent - Poem by Hm. Nes
I feared her scent,
That it was more than I could bear
In this present condition,
In this tenuous state of mind
Not in this life-
This shallow, hollow existence-
Not today of all days.
Still, she came into the room
And at the same time wanted,
More than reason will allow.
The words fell limply from my quavering lips,
'No, don't go. Stay. Stay.'
And my fear turned to calm,
And then to dread
She may never go.
What will I feed her?
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