Garlic cloves

Whenever he wants attention
He slides over

It isn’t his breath.
That is mint

Can garlic seep out of hair?
She slides a hand though it
Trying to solve the puzzle.

The hair is more an oil.
The clothes a musty fog.

His skin smells like a clove.

She fakes a yawn.
Giant stretch
Slight moan
A snap of joints as she slips
Into bed.

For now it is all Gain
Like a sweetened bouquet
Sprayed with sugar.
And something else now.

What is that?
No. Garlic.

Garlic sending fields of flowers.

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