Perfume

What?

What is this perfume?

That comes to me

When certain songs

Remind me of you?

It is very feminine

But with a sheen of masculine vigour

And a wiff of the beyond

Is it myself that I sense?

Or a shared psychosexual neurology?

It has a glint of burnt offering

Of idolotrous incense

Of cannon and gunsmoke

Of tears at a funeral

Of sweat

Of one's throat after running for a plane

Of something sweet after a bout of tears

Of dry, non penetrative sex and sexy wrestling

Of the aftertaste of a decadent meal

Of a never before smoked substance

Of left over pizza

Of the absence of regret

And the thrill and terror of freedom

All my favourite things

Povey 2016