The Smell of Skin

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Young Men at Bath Georg Pauli

 

THE SMELL OF SKIN

 

My own, bread—deep in the loaf—
Or orange, after peel and misty spray.

Once, cotton candy—someone else—
Hair sticky, frizzed, a sweet place to be.

And another, onion turn up—a garlic tongue—
A taking not for me, like lunch under microscope.

The worst, a sickening choker—coupon common—
Overhanging dirt-for-days, where the dogs lie round.

The best, an unknown fresh—the kind you try to revive—
Of which the sweet everlasting, doesn’t ever belong to you.

 

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