When my body tells me
it’s time to go to sleep
the scent of my bed
springs into life
like horny dandelions.
The scent of my bed
is that of my hair
and frazzled body odor
lying dormant at my bed
until it can sense me
growing weary with
Night’s unforgiving advances.
The smell is strangely intoxicating
as if I’m narcissistic about my own body odor
which compels me to indulge myself
around the olfactory delight
as I wrap myself up like a cocoon
forgetting all my day’s troubles
forgetting all my stress and heartaches
and let everything take a rest.