Perfume<>

     When the moments of you and me are past,

The stormy winter was lonely.

      Squirrels will sing free, so destitute. 

No, there will be no more poetry. But remember someone will come right. As present 

& future. That will break the anger, will be the hole story. Yours, mine and mine, will take your place. For now, however all that remains. Me and you or I am left. Where is the need to be "we" about everything? I can get you a thousand time better. Desperation can be fulfilled one day! Better than that, my fullness be destitute for now. Be yourself in the diary pages of mine. Stay in my pen nipple. May my perfume be full. It will disappear after a while. Than that, may your wait be precious. 

        I put the Perfume in the corner of the room,

               I know you will Touch me at the end of the day.