You tried to sniff the chlorine in my hair after this morning
But it was washed away by artificial strawberry
You carried the thai word for 'dirty' in childhood
Suk-ka-prod
I wondered why not the word for 'fragrant'
Hom
When you smell like
Home
Of weak wine and sleep and cloves
See, I'd bury my nose in your hair like you always do mine
If I didn't have to tiptoe every time just to reach
Your cheek.
