4.16.16 Always

 the particular scent of his hands, his hair, was intoxicating, in the beginning. 

Especially the clear inhalation of cold wafted

 from beneath his jaw, right by his ears, 

from beneath his long hair, 

when he came in from outside...

Or the cool clean way he smelled after putting on 

Little Feat and we danced to that romping sound 

together for the first time, in his sun baked living room , while all his 6 roommates whispered and watched, evaluating my worthiness.

But he paid them no matter and never would. 

As always, he was beloved by them, and absolutely. 

So that I watched as his elation became theirs . 

And then of course, they discovered my elusive 

half-way-out-the-door-at-all--times deal 

faster than he caught on. 

And by the time he noticed, I'd chosen to let myself fall. And it was then that I was smited .