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I Can Still Smell You On My Skin
by Dan KastenToday
amongst the sulfur I smelled flowers
so forgive my reaction if I jump
at hands that touch rather than tear
a salve for the burns cooling without chill
I stare at you like a house with a red door
if I knew what to say right now
I still dont think Id have a voice
for that takes muscles the breathless
are incapable of exercising
even while avoiding rich kids on scooters
I can still smell you on my skin. 09/25/2007 Posted on 09/25/2007
Copyright © 2025 Dan Kasten
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 09/25/07 at 02:16 PM The sad intimacy is here, and the touch, even of healing, hard to take. The use of scent as a unifying element is brilliant, and sulfur particularly (after fireworks and an ingredient in soothing) is brilliant. The aftereffects, "breathless" and the "stare" "like a house with a red door" are powerful. This in its concise intensity is pure poetry. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/25/07 at 07:48 PM Man, can you do sad as hell. Great, great work. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/25/07 at 09:22 PM Oh yes, Dan...this is sad done well. But, I really like the "red door" reference....that's terrific. Thanks. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 09/25/07 at 09:23 PM poignant... |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/29/11 at 09:00 PM Striking...absolutely so. |
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