She, dressed like a clown, smiles garishly at the
man
who
Lover I am determined. Focused. I walk swiftly Towards my destination.
My
muscles Rhythmically respond
To my
brain's
Orders:
pump, pump,
drinks at the bar. They talk and laugh. He whispers. Together they leave for a room. She, hoping to finally find a balm for her scalded heart, He, hoping to slip out before he has to buy breakfast for his latest one night jester.
flex, relax; flex, relax.
But
Then I
feel
the
wind changes.
it
Slip through It's fingers
my
Lift
my
hair.
chin
Towards the rushing Atmosphere. It
cools my face. thoughts are rent from their
My
Sequence.
And
I
smell you.
have forgotten Until the air, I
Sweet With your fragrance, Swallows my senses.
My My
will vanishes.
muscles abandon their
commands.
And I
for an eternal second,
inhale. --Tanya Crochran
-Scott Walker