She smelt like lush soil
and brimstone simultaneously;
like black and white photographs
of long-forgotten fragrances
trapped in smiles and eyeglares.
She smelt like barbaric joy
in unbridled stories told by
hugs on tiptoes amid oblivion.
She smelt like poems in dreams
about romance and notions of
immortality in deadly poisons.
She smelt like a one-night stand
with the devil in damp corners -
screaming and scratching the dark.
She smelt like a lake's face at dusk
where the sun copulates with the earth;
like the bountiful last meals
of prisoners sentenced to death
and the stark reality of the noose.
She smelt like a reason to live,
like a truce with mortality -
A forever strangled by the now.