Your perfume is still on me
I have a sensitive nose
Like a dog.
Can remember smells
and memories linked to them.
Of love, childhood, fears, hopes,
solitude, loneliness, joy, pain,
kisses, hugs, steamy unions of gentle sex,
Goodbyes and smell of words unsaid.
I feel you smell with your palms, toes and fingers
We each have unique ways to feel
Our way through people and life
It’s unseen paths and turns.
Extreme and intense,
That could be me
Two words that smell like me.
I try and stay in the middle
but not easy for me..