Michael lay next to his new lover, reminded again that everyone's body… smelled.
      Not that he thought of himself as odorless, but the odor of his body was familiar and easily ignored. Her aroma was strange, not unpleasant, but different.
      Eventually he'd accommodate, and her smell would become a familiar thing. But in a few months (weeks? days?) she'd go on her way and he'd find a new lover with a different smell. And then Michael would have to adjust all over again.
      She looked up at him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
      "Hmmm…? Me? …nothing."

©opyleft 2004 Tone Milazzo
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