I scent a message floated to shore… <br />found papaya and sugar cane stuck to <br />my door. I opened it up molasses entrapped <br />.. so after deep tissue massage I scent this back… <br /> <br />on trails of ants upon sand bindi ground <br />inhaling deep of new surrounds, <br />palpable soothes over me with each new leaf <br />and I sniff out mangoes expelled in heat <br />… bringing cumulus arisen downpours I transmit <br />endowed delivery, cherubic tropical sweet <br />easement projections, bound north east, <br />registered clearly Aromatic Swirled Primal <br />fragranced delicious for seasonal survival<br /><br />pssive w nker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sense-of-slither/
