You held the cup for me.
While a woman held my face
The biting comments about your obedience didn’t faze you. 
I didn’t ask you to hold the cup. 
 
You asked me a simple question.
I answered by putting my hands around your face.
I received what I wanted. 
I didn’t ask you to ask. 
 
You tipped your hat at our eye contact. 
I smiled.
You smiled.
I didn’t ask you to look my way.  
 
Thought trouble followed me
Feminine whims of perfume overflow
The space between these moments. 
I didn’t ask for scent. 
 
I only carry it.