Tonight

by Mary Annie A.V.

Tonight
my sweat is scented different
it teases you say
you nestle  into my  armpits.

Nothing sweet scented,
loaded  with the wildest
longings I carry within me.

I have gathered
the pressures  of the day
into my sweat
the toil of it
in my body, its aches.

You meditate upon
 pamper it with
your exquisitely crafted
maleness, the harshness
that gratifies and sustains.

Tonight
I do not push you away.