My nose doesn’t like you as much as my brain
My eyes are not as tickled as my ears
and it wasn’t until I held your knives that it was clear
your witty words and all too well practiced moves
that seemed laced in truth, took me to bed
Our sweat concocted pungent odors, sent by Venus to ward us off
…Still, the echoes of sweeter notes draw my curiosity
Against chemicals warning
Like that bad batch in the unmarked container
You just couldn’t believe was true.
