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Voila.

Parfum de Femeie.

Posted on 2011.02.21 at 22:56
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: "The Scent of a Woman"



It begins with some quantifiable understanding of content and even perhaps proportions.  Then through olfactory and at this point the following in entirely unmanageable. 

Amygdala, hypothalamus and swimming with pools of memories.  Her kisses, the way her smile looks, the way it tears and shreds when she narrows her eyes to those precise angles of slitted eyelids but with that darker hint and hue of eyelash.

Then the lesser hypothalamic and lesser brain reminds me of hunger, or need, and desire.  I remember her mouth, her cries, her anger, her passion and I can only think to strangle her with my own selfish wants.

I’ve forgotten that empirical analysis, the wavefunctions of my own analytical mind and there she is again with those soft features, curtaining other more worldly virtues.

It’s things like this that remind me words are less annotative than music.



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