Hawaii Poem

I write where I am, be it prison, hospital, or on vacation.

Harry Hogg
2 min readMay 9, 2024
Image: Author — Jenny

the smell comes first
you know what I mean
the smell of a closed room
when a woman wants something

not the smell of coffee
the sweet smell of bath
not hair conditioner on the pillow
not island nights and palm trees

I kept the window open all day
but there’s no mistaking the smell
like perfume between breasts
to make the evening come out right

it’s like a dance on the breeze
a waltz under the trees
like giving in and letting go
and silken legs going brown

luscious air from the ocean
summer evening of tricks
it’s the scent of love on vacation
when the sea is heavy lidded

when whispers are hard to detect
and you are not quite you
and in common with all men
a lump in my swimming shorts

and freckles on my shoulders
two together or two gether
needing you more than you need
and you knowing it too

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