Scents – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

RISING THROUGH THE RICKETY REDS

I laid on the floor and touched the marbled perfume of the ocean as it washed over me, waves of flying feathers, a fluid fire of salted foam. I kissed the poison of your lips, once, and did not die as you came over me, next to me, inside of me. Decay is not […]

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STEALING SCENTS

I steal scents from strangers, skins skirting a sense of someone else like flowers sent to the wrong address and thoughts lean towards intense, fragrances on the less familiar that feel more personal than these perfumed impostors pilfering my past, more a fancy to my form than a complete composition of theirs, I can […]

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BOTTLED PAST

It’s outstanding what odours can own, how biographies in bottles can board, how illusions can lie lay in liquids, how subtle scents can be savoured. I sprayed you today on my hands -so cold to caress- from a bottle, a simple bottle, in a shop, a simple shop, in a city that never saw […]

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ME ON THE METRO

It was this morning and yesterday again, a smell, a scent, on the metro, in my nostrils, a decent into the memory, a revery playing, replaying while the crows counted Round […]