your smell

You have a smell
That’s hard to tell
When cooking
In the kitchen.

When under sun
Your smell is ‘fun’
And telling so – 
Much clearer

When in my bed
What's that you said?
I sniff your pillow
Should I fear her?

Once I awake
For my own sake
My arm stretched
To draw you nearer

Then you become
The smell of ‘one’ – 
In hands 
You hold me
Dearer.