Sunday, August 28, 2005

EAU DE MOI

I do not smell like roses.
I am not a flower or an herb.
I am neither rock nor mineral.
I am not a bead of dew,
even though mostly water.
I am not a beam of light.
I am a million beams.
I am matter.
I am mammal.
I am man.
I am beast.
I eat.
I drink.
I sweat.
I stink.
My scent cannot be bottled.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home