Undressing

Back home, as I undress,

I breathe in and am lost

to your perfume, unmistakable

on my T-shirt. Visceral, I feel

your presence, pulling me back to my

centre with a drunken gravity.

A star, sunrise, a rainbow, a black cat,

three bounces of an imaginary acrobat

between cars. None of these superstitions

holds. Your scent diffuses into mine

where your head lay on my chest last night.

I still feel you there, pressing lightly

above my heart, its own muffled tattoo

insistent as I made my arms strong around you.

Your right arm was across me, here.

I kissed your bright hair.