i’m looking for a new scent
i want it to smell like the end of your illusions
like the one real thing that demolishes all of the could be’s
one whiff
and you’ll tell me you’ll stay here with me
in the land of the free
so that you and I
will finally get our chance to fly
to swoop and soar
to twist and shout
a smell so sweet
you’ll never have to wonder what to eat
for I am here, my darling
for your pleasure and consumption
i’ll love you free of assumptions
i’ll ride the tide in and out of your eyes
before during and after the storm
that rages inside
i’ll lie next to you
caressing those sweet thighs
tell me, baby
that I smell like the end of illusion
a REALization
that never concludes
(the credits never roll
for you have seen my soul
and within it’s depths
found a mirror ?)
to our story,
we will write infinite sequels
because in each other, we have finally found equals.