Perfume And Milk

Perfume and Milk

I love the smell of your skin

Warm as milk on a summer’s day

Full of life yet to live

It is a perfume of comfort – of home and belonging

Of all the things we lacked

Of all the things we tried to build with sticks and stones

It really has been a battle hasn’t it

One which I feel slow to win – and quick to lose

I hope there will always be hope though

Of brighter days and warmer feelings

I hope I will never lose you – that I would not bear

If I have to lie down right now

Count the seconds, minutes, hours – I will

We have both cheated time and destiny so for each other we can be strong

Whilst Wonderland tumbles around our ankles

Smashed up and forgotten like The Yellow Brick Road

So many tornados and rabbits

It’s hard to keep track – what is real and not

What we are meant to know and not

Who we are, who we were meant to be

All so confusing and tiring

The little bottle says drink me and just for one moment I do.