How is it that i come to get used to another Cologne , another odor than the one i used to know .... 

its as if different essence gives birth to a million other reformed drops.. drops of lust , in different odors  of different people, and then the unity of these two people reform these drops , these fugitives, and a new sense is born...as i draw my fingers to my face , these fingers that traced marks on a face , lines on a neck , tracks of passion through hair, these fingers now are the last proof , evidence . That sense , now after the cleanse stands aloof unable to take the train backwards, unable to to ...but that mind on that same body , on that cleansed body , stands solid in hours , minutes , in time and age... it stands there , a tyrann to many , a savior to others  the rise of the next the executor day draws lines of questions , lines of guilt , and then where is that ... where is it , that new odor , these drops , the lust , where ..i guess it never existed just like the swipe of many sand speckles from the salt water....I draw my hand , that same hand near That same face , seeking disguised corners of both essenses , odors...sensations