A pheromone so powerful
distance is no obstacle.
It invades his imagination
and his senses.
He can smell her when she’s not there.
Her taste is a constant in his mouth.
She has become a perfumed tempest,
her light touch
creating chaos in his soul
luring him back
into her arms.
*Not new but I like the idea of the senses being tantalised with the scent, taste and feel
of someone you’ve never physically met.
Artwork by Andrew Atroshenko