| You smell like flakes of tobacco and rock 'n' roll,|
like drying rain on concrete at dusk.
I skim past your skin and catch it;
compartments of scent
and I have the key to each.
Here, in this one, a soft glimpse
of toffee and vague hope;
and here, another -
the heady potency of red wine and desire.
I drink down each one,
even as we sleep entangled.
Lit matches and tumbling dreams.
I know your smell
and when we are apart it brushes
my cheek as I go to buy milk,
strokes my hand when I cannot sleep.
I wear it like silk.
2 days ago