perfume

like endlessness doubled over,

a human history of passerbys.

i can't quite get at the center,

nor can you or anyone else

become the better.

leave me

broken or torn or full or loved

but leave me not

laying here

looking after you

as you enter the air.

and i smell you

after you've gone

like the room is heavy with

wet petals and dusty sweetness.

breathe in your self

and you can take me into you.

i see the waves of soft touches,

but it is parted,

and i cant reach it.