Taste his look. Watch the smell of his neck.
Ear the taste of his tongue

You’ll discover someone you thought never to be found

Scratching his nose it blows, wither as a rose.
Sticking his eyelash tears wash pupills whitewash

Opening his heart it beats then take a flight
butterfly in the night

Taste the smell of warm coffee. See the beauty of that
little nothing you found along your way…
Smell this fresh june morning as Clarissa would say…

You will touch what you thought you could never grasp