She smelled of another man

She came to me smelling of another man
gave me a kid whose name was never mine
gave short answers to questions I never asked
then deceived me into dreams I thought I never had

She still expected mercy that never came
stood my ground to keep a better half
sometimes one must submit to a wounded hand
love never gives in places it's never found

Places so familiar you loose who you never were
love is a slave to a mind that always has
for sure I had doubts about the ages soon to come
fantasies hidden for one who never laughed

Night stands always sale to the those with wounded hearts
she came to me smelling of another man
she knew I was that one test she could never have
regret the day I introduced her to my mama's love

She abused the very options that brought me closer to a deeper love
money and power corrupts that inner blur
that shines so brightly in a night that's full of gull
I could swear she was smelling of another man

Maybe it was just a dream,
made me call her with a heavy heart
A dream in which she smelled
of another man

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227 Jerusalem, Nairobi
June 2017
In memory of AMonI, kaongo, mbekhu.
Dance away my friend...drifting without sugar, 70+1