World Stop In slowed down moments, the scent of whiskey, of salt in the afternoon sweat.
A brief glance, a sharp inhale, a masquerading shape — softens the threat.

Towels > Floormats After you leave I love
the slight scent of your come,
passing over as I
do my make-up, step in and
out of the bath

Vital Force the living spirit
presents itself in dreams
upon waking life