# #scent

2 poems

## [hinge](https://chromato.graphics/hinge)

door in our place i never open  
out of fear and too much want  
touch the knob — i am shocked

sounds like a party in there  
but where is my invitation?  
missing out doesn’t scare me

sometimes, it’s open a crack  
scents from the kitchen waft  
my favorite dish on the menu

i give up. nothing better to do  
splayed on gray wool, rubbing  
nothing matches their rhythm

the guests tire, it swings open  
streamers and confetti spilling  
must be my job to clean ’em up

## [steps](https://chromato.graphics/steps)

now please, sit back  
stretch out your legs  
relax awhile —  
furniture begs

pull off your boots  
i’ll kneel below  
slip off your socks  
and take it slow

bare both your soles  
flex all ten toes  
your footstool’s goal:  
to be repose

our arches meet —  
my back, your curve  
almost so much  
i don’t deserve

a faint perfume  
teases my nose  
the smoothest skin  
so rarely shows

i’ll work them deep  
with oiled hands  
their perfect forms  
each digit fanned

red lacquered nails  
command my eyes  
and higher heels  
you’ve made me buy

bare, they stay — no  
decoration  
focus trained on  
adoration

pressed on my face  
i’ll kiss you there  
and lick the base  
become ensnared

kick or trample  
i’ll take the pain  
with shoes sampled  
my body strains

pleads for pressure  
that space between —  
the greatest pleasure:  
touch from the queen

release the jewels  
that flood within  
wetness pools  
on shining skin