Living rewind.

My guess,
I'm living inside a smell.
Something I lost long ago.
Something I swallowed.
Whatever you know
I'm finding out too.
Resulting in space
To fill with that smell.
Biting at the skin
To get at the blood.
To get at the goodness
I smell deep inside.
With open desire.
A raging, blasting smile.
This ripened rewind
Of smells gone by.