SCENT OF A WOMAN Comments

The primordial time seems so far away
and yet so mercilessly close.
Some days are painfully pure
and people so dark
I wonder how I can breathe at all,
how my lungs expand and
how dangerously, relentlessly,
I live my life, wild at heart.
Only when a noble hunger for the smell
of a woman awakens in me
does the life of my body become
high and deep, wide
and so virginal I can feel my soul
and everything I am composed of,
but above all
I remember my time in the cradle
where the sweet smell of a woman
is the most painful and the most intoxicating.
Then I unwillingly lean forward
as if this sweetness will draw me down to earth
from which I will never rise again.
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