Bleu Cheese

You are pungent
To my senses,
Keeping them awake
For hours, lost in
The aroma of your

Thoughts. A binge
Of unhinged flavors
That attack the tip
Of my tongue, yet
Your flavor is savored
In my nostrils, and
I am left like drug
Intoxicated canines

Tail wagging at the
Founding of your scent.
I have been fiending
For far too long,
Been singing in
Acid laced rain
For far too long,
Been crashing up
Winding staircases
For far too long,

And now I am parched
From oasitic desserts,
That rot my teeth from
Sugared eloquence off
Honeyed tongues.
You are pungent

To my senses.
Yet my breath has
Never been more
Alive than when your
Eyes graze over me

Leaving the scent of
Your being to run like
Gazelles on the Sahara
Of my memories.

You are pungent
To my senses,
Despite the mold that
Covers your absence.

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