The Fifth

Hum…?
a question lingers…
lingers
like the smell
the sweet rain
wet spring earth
soft musk of
him
different from the last
not better
not sharper
different
yet somehow
familiar.

The Fifth, two

what makes us choose?
A selection of plenty
one day
two day
three day
four day still none
then on the fifth
with the fifth
it is different.

The Fifth, three

it must be a chemical reaction
my DNA calling to his
connecting on a primary
level.
we would make a good match
it calls out
across the small bit of night
left between our lips
as they touch
soft
and soft again

I like the way he smells

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