This piece follows a feminine figure as she encounters and accepts a new companion. I was exploring and experimenting with different ideas outside of my realm.
A quiet walk down a solemn street
It slowly creeps around the corner,
And turns in the direction of the wind,
As it glides through the Night,
Seeking your Scent
It whispers in your ear
Tugs on your hair
Skims the side of your hip
It observes you from behind,
Its silhouette visible from the corner of your eye
It follows you home and slips through the doorway
It presses on your chest while you lay in bed
The next morning it stares at you through the mirror,
As you apply your mother’s lipstick
It walks with you to the subway,
And sits beside you on the empty train car,
Your shoulder brushing against it
One day,
You followed it instead
Other days,
You left the door open
Its Warmth kept you close,
Its Breaths became your own,
As you inhaled its Dianthus Scent