I ought to recognize her scent
email to Al Sullivan
after all those years working
in the cosmetics
trade
but I don't.
She is not an Este Lauder girl,
A Charlie girl
Or that high class girl who
Bathes in Chanel #5.
She is more earthy
Her scent reminds me
of the patchouli the hippies used to wear,
subtle, but overpowering
whenever I get near
even here where
smell of beer and booze
oozes from every corner
as we all sit shoulder to shoulder,
her deep gaze staring at me
over the rim of her wine glass,
as if she knows what her scent does,
more potent than her night time texts,
more seductive than
the glimpses
she give me over the
meeitng room table
each Tuesday,
More intoxicating than the beer I ingest
I breathe her and still want more
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