She Has That Certain Smell Poem by James McLain
She Has That Certain Smell
Always sharp and never dull.
High stilettos.. vampy.. slick.. pain.
Sometimes pointed coming always be.
And who it is …the heart is never free.
Ringing bells that can not ring.
Ringing bells that can never be unrung.
Trying to forget your perfect face.
Painted toes and polished finger nails
There is a crack somewhere between.
She has that certain smell.
That is where the sandman can get in.
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