I carry her with me for a while
My own private romance
The deposit of a woman’s smell upon me
A hug tracks perfume on my collar
A brushing kiss steals part of a taste
Freshly applied for someone else
Hair conditioner mixes with the oils
From the side of my nose
And linger
Whether sitting in the car
Or wandering in a crowd
I am left with proximity’s memory
I breathe deep from time to time
Until it fades along with the feeling
Of not being alone
To be left with the hushed grace
Of the feminine
And my own smile.