For each of you

You smell like wet leather,
Old smoke, coffee,
Sweat,
Intermittently applied perfume,
Illicit affairs & jazz music.

You smell musty,
Like you don’t see much sun,
Sweet with the designer perfume,
Like sticky smoke and long nights out,
Like comfort and lazy mornings.

You smell of the perfumed soap
That she left in your flat,
Like summer nostalgia,
Like hard days work,
And long nights alone.

You smell like your cat
When she bathes in the sun.
Of foreign countries that call to you.
Like bouts of insomnia
And paranoia.

You smell of skin cream,
Of workouts indoors,
Of dry cleaning,
Of paranoid care regimes
To defy time.

You smell of busy clubs,
Pretty girls,
Expensive cocktails,
Foreign cologne,
And your mothers cooking.