I know it's odd, the way your smell affects me.
I've been tackled by it in the subway, the elevator, on the street.
It stops me from moving, and for one or two delicious seconds, I feel you in my arms.
You skin pressed so hard against mine that we might just join. Permanently.
And then it's gone, and I spend the next ten minutes lost in myself, trying to find you.
Like the doorway to another world, it keeps moving, daring me to keep up.