Aura

                                Aura


                 


At times,
I find a corner of a room
And crouch there,
My knees bent to my stomach,
My chin I rest amidst my breasts,
I then, take a deep breath in...

"I am, I am",
I say to myself
As a sour spice of my being
Tickles my nostrils 
And a sweet aura of my womanhood
I sniff and immerse myself in...

Something in me awakes
I'm nothing but this smell
A cluster of cells
That might shatter and break
Like a droplet that contains the rainbow hues
Sprinkles out into 
a million transparent dots
And leaves nothing but that soapy smell!

There's something,
rather intimate about a smell!
As I crouch here,
Amidst all this chaos,
distanced from me,
by a door...
I become that little space I crouch upon,
I become that smell
tangy yet sweet,
Like that coconut mist I rub on myself,
This is all me
I am...and will be
only this,
For nothing more do I wish to be...