strange time in my life

Your smell is intoxicating.
I'm not sure if I like you more because of it
or if I like it more because of you?

I smell it on my hands and clothes when you're gone.
Sometimes it makes it easier to deal with the space between us,
the gaping hole that I can't sew up,
plug or stop,
and sometimes it makes it worse.

I like it when you're close to me,
when our bodies are pressed up against each other,
when our hands go all of the places they've been waiting to go.
I smell your smell then and it fits,
perfectly,
I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.