your tears
adorn my minds odor
with virgin in(no)cense
burning with smoking arising
upon my souls flesh
wearing no
~scents

...
..
.

I now wear no fragance
And to think
that
Old Spice was My "former scent"
prior to my "ascent" to Dolce Garbana
or is it Arrid XXXtra (un)dry?
at
the
corner of my eye "i" see my reflection lost
in the light out the basement door beaming diagonally upon
the basement floor
the concrete floor where "i" was whored by
her
waiting to be breast-fed
at 8 now
str8 into her womb i'm enslaved caved in
my heart is caved in no longer understanding
no reason no longer demanding to define this unwanted
feeling
because

mommy said it's her "sister" and
daddy says that he "trusts" her but her
thrusts feel like porn"i"cation with my organ donated
in dedication to my loss of the joy of exploration

auntee rises up in vexation
whilst "i" tear in consternation perplexed wondering
why?
is she upset at me?
"what's wrong with you!?!" echoes consistently remembering
several attempts to thrust her insecurities on me
numerous slaps for my inconsistency
many pelvic burns with her hip bones pressing me...
and "i"
finally free from her embrace
her lace over my face her
mahogany void of space that "i" define
as the "circle" that "forbidden place",
can't seem to feel free
to
love

ever.

and "i" no longer wear
Dolce
but

Sour...

sour memories
of a childhood stripped from me
whilst i was bare
and
a
fear

of
being touched
in
the same way
ever

again.


I now wear no fragance
fear
rages
and
grumbles
accusingly
nullifying
consciousness and my
existence

as a child of innocence...

I now wear no fragance

I now
wear
no
fragance

xxxoooxxxoooxxxoooxxx


one love.muse

"Are You Down With DPP?"
--The Domepome Poets

"i can tell you anything you wanna hear but I can only teach you what I know"
--NiaRa



"Seek, and you shall find..." - JESUS

"If the Universe was made up of Minds, I'd Be The Sun..." - MUSE

"Always Expect The UnExpected" - Bazooka Joe (Comic)
- "Everything has a Mover...What moves u?"

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN