In the way that
Perfume smells different
On the skin
Than it does
In the bottle,
You are different on me.

You came to me
Swirling with chaos
And confusion,
And a brooding rage;
Like storm clouds
Provoking the tidal wave.

Your skin on mine
Smells like the calm
Before the storm;
Like morning coffee
And French vanilla
Goodbye kisses.

Like fresh picked lavender,
And a pinch of mint
Mixed with calming vanilla;
One inhale and I
Am transported to
A place that is home.

Home is where the
Heart is, and my heart
Is honeysuckle
And feathers,
And your touch.
And you, always you.