A WOMAN'S
SCENT
-
Tapan Kumar Pradhan (India)
That night when my
mother
took me to her breasts
I knew woman had a
scent
quite different from
man's....
Tonight you still
remind me of
my mother's old
fragrance,
though you too have
your different scent -
A scent entirely your
own.
In summer an aroma of
apple juice
envelopes your breasts.
In monsoon
wet fragrance of wild
forest flowers
in your dew drenched
hair. In winter
your arms smacking of
honey'd milk,
and your lovely feet of
jasmines. In spring
a strong odor of musk
in your loins
and in your navel that
faint lavender !
In different seasons
you smell differently
In different places you
smell differently.
But when I smack you
entirely at once
my love, your scent
becomes
an undefinable
something !
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