Waking to Your Scent

I wake to the smell of you as I crawl from my cocoon

of satin sheets and down pillows, exiting my dreams. The tingling sensation from the warm

of the morning sun beams, making its way through my window pane.

The casual encounter of the corner of the night stand and the sight

of my kneecap stumbling over shoes and a pair of jeans on my way

to release that three, four, maybe five bottles of brew

and shot of Jim Beam. Regardless of how long it has been

since I was less privileged to be in your presence, I still smell