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The older katz taught me to dip, then sniff.
Said, “If it curls your lip, then split!”
I never had to run from you.
No need to retreat from aromas as sweet and pungent as honeydew on the counter in summer’s heat.
I relish your African musk,
how this anticipation of my touch
that I take in so passionately, olfactorily,
happens so naturally –
just as the Universe intended.
Your natural splendor is splendid, indeed.
How could I behold you but yet, not agree
with the infinite wisdom that made you for me,
Honey?
-HymnAgen
