The Wave

Last night when we made love,
It happened again.
I tried so hard to remain grounded.
To stay with you in those moments.
But I felt them moving in me.
Coming from that well, deep inside.
They bubbled up very quickly,
And I was caught unguarded.

Every uncomfortable discourse,
Each uncertain social interaction.
The crash, clatter, whirr and constant drone,
Of this adulterated, wonderful world.
Every miscue and faux pas,
The rolled eyes and the cringes.
The joy and excitement.
All the stresses,
And the exuberance, of just being me.
In those moments I felt them flow up and out.
A bottle effervescing with emotion.
More than I could handle.
I lost sight of you,
And was left to ride this wave,
Alone.

Humanity of Scent

Why do we mask ourselves in strong scents?
I don't understand.
There was a time when we hid our grime,
And wood-smoke odour with posies.
We bathed rarely.
Now we are a chorus, a plebiscite of deodorant and perfume.
All the same,
Sickeningly sweet.

We declare out tribe by our smell,
Talc or soap,
Cheap or expensive, perfumes and colognes.

I thought about this as my olfactory sense was assaulted.
Remnants of Flower Child,
Lingering in the New Age...

Patchouli Oil.