Just pieces blowing away on sleep’s impending shadow…

[woman – hair]
There were sprawling curls like fur
Where his previous encounters with them were bald
Or slightly spiked
Kissed a few days too late after
the razor.

[woman – hair – addendum]
(And he wondered, “smooth like a baby or
Forested like a fertile woods?” Realizing his preference for the adult, post-pubic takeover)

[woman – scent]
And she never smelled of Chanel or
Even alcohol drunk Japanese Cherry Blossom
But something between the pure scent of
Honey suckle – or is it jasmine? –
And the natural musk of a woman
Who’s just had amazing sex
Or is about to.