You do have a smell.
I remember you asking,
though I was too drunk give you a serious answer.
Deep and sophisticated,
not so sharp that it doesn't make me feel sort of warm.
The slightest hint of grace in it,
inviting me in when you put your arms around me.
Your presence lingers with me.
It makes me feel soft even when I'm alone.
I am starting to see myself as I would want you to.
You do have a smell.
You smell like the color violet,
and it is healing me.