'Sorry if I offend.' she said quietly.
'Offend? ' I asked quizzically.
'Your sensitivities, ' she replied.
We were strap-hanging in a
crowded bus on a very hot day.
Her slim tanned arms merged
into damp unshaven pits.
'I never use deodorants, and my
olfactory offends some people.'
'Doesn't offend me, ' I said.
'In fact I rather like that funky
woman smell.'
'Really? ' she smiled.
'Yes, really, ' I confirmed.
Ours was the next stop.
jerry hughes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crowded-bus/
