A Sense Of Slither Poem by pssive w nker

I scent a message floated to shore…
found papaya and sugar cane stuck to
my door. I opened it up molasses entrapped
.. so after deep tissue massage I scent this back…

on trails of ants upon sand bindi ground
inhaling deep of new surrounds,
palpable soothes over me with each new leaf
and I sniff out mangoes expelled in heat
… bringing cumulus arisen downpours I transmit
endowed delivery, cherubic tropical sweet
easement projections, bound north east,
registered clearly Aromatic Swirled Primal
fragranced delicious for seasonal survival