Oh, the smell of it

Dear Journal, 


It's been a while. As you know, lately I have been consumed in my studio with drawing and writing for mujeres. As I draw each female figure, a poem I heard still lingers in my head – and now I would like to share it with you.

She was a fever from which I will never recover.

All heat and hunger, she inflamed my senses.

And when she had devoured my very soul – when I had nothing left to surrender,

she abandoned me to the wreckage of myself, and smiled. 

In kingdom of passion and ruler, is obsession, Calvin Klein's obsession.

Oh, the smell of it.