I won't

Once upon a time
he smelled my jacket
when no one was looking
at work,

said I smelled
better than candy,
better than coffee,

something close to sunshine.

And now, warm
Saturday morning
watching cartoons on the
couch, says I ought
to change
my perfume,
eyes holding steady with
mine, tossing me to
the ground.

\"But - I'm not even wearing any,\"

\"Doesn't matter, I can smell it on
your clothes.\"

\"Is that so?\"

I guess passion,
like designer perfume,
gets old

quick.