Tuesday, May 3, 2011

The Blind Man's Perfume

That lingering perfume

The whiff of your shampoo

The clanging of bangles when you leave the room

Every morning after a bath

When you come and kiss me

I can smell your soap and feel your hand on me

During breakfast while eating eggs

When you look at me, I know you do

I know there is love but there is more pity

The stink of helplessness and the odour of incapacity

Does your scent cover it or can you still smell it

Is that why you bought the perfume