Part V: Essence - Poem by Juge Sopczak
It is the scent
that every body posesses.
It lies beneath
the infusion of soaps,
shampoos, colognes, perfumes.
It permeates the air around them,
their hair, their breath,
their every movement
is enveloped in it.
It lies beneath the recently washed skin,
beneath the overwhelmed sweat glands.
To one, it's like seeing the soul
with an intake of breath.
To some, it is like carrion to the vulture.
It drives those who hunger
to search it out
beneath the nape of necks,
(for that is where the essence is
the strongest and most pure)
to lose oneself within that purity,
feeding on it with every deep breath
until the hunger is satisfied.
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