hyacinth

I sweat a lot today and just said, f*ck it This is me My b-i My b-o She described my must as Grapefruit and nutmeg Jasmine tea Nostrils suctioning into the veins of my neck Creating new pathways for the flow of my blood And I like it Cause I'm weird like that But She don't smell like you Inhaling through the tresses of my pits And the pores of it She reminded me of our youth All of it Reminded me of you But she's not So as I lower the helms of my shirt I Raise my torso's appendage Threading it back through the hoodie sleeve Miss And let fall my pouch to rest across my belly You I laugh Because she loves the way I smell But I love the way you smell me I say maple syrup from Vermont