“whether with a lover

Or

none.”

she

reeks

of love.

she

stinks

of love.

This absent love, but

still present love.

His soul trained her to reminisce on love

To question Cupids way of showering the world with love

And no,

she is not angry. He is just gone.

And she reeks of love.

His love.

Scared another man

can smell another man’s

lovin' on her

freshly broken skin

She broke into ocean

to stand against horizon

And maybe then you can see her before it dawns on you

That she’ll always

reek

of

love.

This absent love, but

still present love.

-inspired by a Nayyirah Waheed poem

"whether with a lover

or none.

I reek of love.

I stink of love."