not many people like
the smell of Rotorua
but to me, it's lovely,
like
the earth's come home
from a hard day,
or,
just woken up
mouth laced with the night's dreams,
like
resting my face
against you, softly breathing
in the scent of you,
after / wards, like
catching us
on me
for the better part of the next day,
like
when my flatmates
burn flesh
I don't want it
but it fills the room
