I wonder how clouds smell like –
if the white ones,
laddering like a tuft of cotton,
smell like this evening spiced with jasmine and honeysuckle,
or if the gray ones,
rolling in layers beneath the white ones,
smell like thoughts piercing them here and there
on their way to explore ether’s veins,
or if the black ones,
laced along the horizon,
smell like some recycled ice-age storm.
I wonder if any of these smell like post-orgasmic heartbeats
or like the tenderly dissolving mists
waiting behind my eyelids to nest in their fluidity
my vagabond ponderings.
I wonder if any of all the above has in its bouquet
the chocolate lace flavor
lingering on my tongue in this very moment
or the slightly sauvage aroma of the dust beneath my feet.
And on top of it all,
I wonder if a cloud
heavy with my imprinted with your smile gaze
would smell better than our sands.


© Liliana Negoi

3 Responses to “high”
  1. Jamie Dedes says:

    Intesting and especially like “vagabond wonderings” …

  2. Pete Armetta says:

    Pretty and thought-provoking. Puts me in a good space. 🙂

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