Love Smells Like...[part II]

[a poetic continuation to Love Smells Like... written last month]


love smells like blue skies & grey days mating to make mauve afternoons
in the park
where I allowed you to borrow my womb
signing sweet somethings over hymen's braille
never knowing you were more fluent in Spanish
waiting for the next tamale to season your taste buds
while lingering in the palette of no return
rain clouds hail storm
"its not you its me"