UNBIDDEN

UNBIDDEN

I almost forget the scent of men-
or, rather, of just one.
Until, when unguarded, I catch
the merest hint of him when I
turn my head just so.
And instantly, the
heady,
intoxicating
heat is recalled.
And caught, I can do no more
than just breathe it in
and realize I'm still in mourning
for one I've never known.
the scent of this one man
for whom I grieve.
Until,
mercifully-
I almost forget again.