You always smelled like Laundry detergent
and whenever I pass by the washing machine i feel
intoxicated.
your smell was so sturdy
and chemical
like the packaging on a newly waxed flower.
how I wanted to know
what was under the petals
and the soil
that was burning.
I could imagine a strange embrace
with my end, a soft wimper
and your end
mute silence
and the sweet smell of soap
that never scratched the surface.
give up on me,
I’m giving up on you
I wish the smell was pine
that love affair of mine
the load coming out sweet like sap
the days on a riverside
bending trees
and a whisper.
but of course
how can i expect that of you
when all i can smell is the laboratory,
the one that’s antiseptically
misleadingly
blank?
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