One Woman,
She walked past me.
Whose perfume smote me,
With the grace of 'The Surgeons Scapel.'

This made
Me think
of Sex.

(Life)

This Second Woman,
She passed by me,
Her's had the scent;
Of rancid Cigarettes.

My eyes began to tear.

This made
Me think
of Death.

She....
Was a Goddess.