Riley welch is a poet from texas living in colorado. She posts three original poems a week. 

Human Scent

As many of you know I'll be in Europe for the next 3.5 weeks, so posting might be rather sparce. Here's a poem I wrote at JFK on the way here:

There's this scent that comes over you
When you wash off all of life's perfumes
Worn and torn
Smells of hair and roots
And of supple skins 
Naturally soft tune
Scents of fingertips
And luscious lips
And of course legs lengths
And tips of toes
All smelled by the end of your nose 

Riley Welch 

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