Tonight I smell like you

I watch you through my lashes

So close is the arch of your nose

The cringe between your eyes

Your throat rising and falling

In a rhythm that beats through my heart

And time lingers softly between our fingers.

Tonight I smell like you

I watch you from the back of your shoulder

My nose between your shoulder blades

The distance between you and yourself

Where I’ve acquired a kind of madness

That fills my heart with gentle sadness

God forbid I could give up

And become the reasons to be sad with you.

Tonight I smell like you

Tomorrow smells like tomorrow

So I hope tomorrow never come

For tonight, I smell a lot like hope.

--

From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.

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