Alexander Makarov. It's too early to bury us (№ 426801)

I chose you by smell. You know, it happens that a picture is visually beautiful, but in life a person is absolutely tasteless, smelling of emptiness, transparency. It's different with you. First time eye to eye, remember you were late that day? And the buds between the ribs blossomed, and around us the aroma, tart, rich, thick, you could even touch it, dipping your fingers with pleasure. And no matter what happens next, these shades will remain in the memory forever. I close my eyes somewhere on the other side of the planet, and you are in me. Even after through ventilation.