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