I see women
live off the scent of their men,
breathe deep
musk in the mornings,
remember big brothers
learning to put on after-shave.
They are Chunyeo,
Women of Heaven
who move gracefully,
create the oceans that divide
the earth and the fire to burn
what we do not want to see.
Their souls evaporate,
then shower our lands
with desire. Unaffected
by the thick air, they breathe
molecules of their men,
reach each day's ending
embrace in darkness.
I wait patiently
to become one of them—
my man's forceful fragrance
surrounding me
like a centrifuge.
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