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I sniff them.



You wore deodorant. I found the chosen perfume distracting, it made you smell like my dad, I told you.

Me, with my policy of no unnecessary scents in body wash, hand soap, dishwashing liquid - you would think I didn't like to use my nose - the opposite is true.

Fresh sweat, an orange in december, vetiver oil, warm pine trees I still dream of. Your deodorant hasn't bothered me for a while, I wonder if it's still all there.

You do all my washing now. We have bathed in hot springs together, but we have returned from the trip and all our clothes must be washed clean. Still some of them smell like minerals, brimstone, and yes, rotten eggs. That morning I had finally sang for you the lovesong I had written. Immediately you fell into me in a way that let me know that I was necessary. While you're away I sniff them.



Snuser jeg til det.



Du brugte deodorant. Jeg syntes den valgte parfume var for distraherende, den lugtede af min far, sagde jeg til dig.

Jeg, med min politik om ingen unødige dufte i sæbe, vaskemiddel, opvaskemiddel - man skulle tro at jeg ikke kunne lide at bruge min næse - det er lige modsat.

Frisk sved, en appelsin i december, vetiverolie, varme fyrretræer drømmer jeg stadig om. Din deodorant har ikke forstyrret mig for nyligt, gad vide om det hele stadig er der.

Du ordner alt mit vasketøj nu. Vi har badet i varme kilder, men vi er kommet tilbage fra turen og al vores tøj må vaskes rent. Stadig lugter noget af det af mineraler, svovl, og ja, rådne æg. Om morgenen havde jeg endelig sunget den kærlighedssang jeg havde skrevet. Med det samme faldt du ind i mig på en måde der sagde mig at jeg var nødvendig. Mens du er væk snuser jeg til det.


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