floating on smooth summer air
a hot breeze seeps into the mountain pass
the aroma of cinnamon
earthy and humid, it envelops my face
like opening my mother’s oven thanksgiving morning
your pheromones came to me on the wave of the sticky evening air i breathed you in i devoured all the oxygen from the valley greedy and gorged like thanksgiving evening i succumb to the aromatic hangover stargazing on my back in the soft grass