Ode to Ye Ol' Olfactory

Cassius, lead-hearted and leery,
left a thread of tobacco smoke
wound among the sidewalk jasmine
where a mature couple kissed quietly,
mostly shadowed by oaks all
aloof and large, a hush in their canopies.

Passing, Cassius squirmed,
for as their shoulders shrugged sexily
felt he an interloper impotent
next to their exchange so sighingly
and obviously mutually munificent.

And so, through the over-hot April,
twilit with entropies and couplings colored,
with recollections plenty o' previous
fucked-up failures, like an exhaust
behind him, blending their bitterness
with the hot, honey-hung air
did Cassius up and quell by
smartly whistling William Tell.