Hugging you should be made ‘illegal’,
Because the scent of you still clings on my shoulders,
Despite changing into my indoor wear,
And with such, I can’t get you out of my mind.
Thinking of the ‘illegal’ things I have just done.
But twice this morning.
So you lit up my morning
And my spirit went up with it.
I must be a sunflower.
So here I am,
Bathing in the ‘illegality’ of meeting you,
And yet knowing
Even in your absence,
A piece of you
A whopping slice of you
Is still with me.
Evidenced by the scent of you.
( Sips the coffee )
Or maybe I’m but hallucinating.
Or the ‘illegal’ has a thing on me.
The case is,
Your scent on me starts my day right.
And that’s all that matter.