Audrey:
whenever it is that i am not facing his way; i could be in the kitchen trying to fix the ruined pudding, answering the phone with one foot in the car ever ready to get in but interrupted, opening the stubbornly rustic gate, he'd just walk over in soft footsteps across the kitchen floor the porch the lawn, across the distance and space and bury his face between my shoulder blades.
a perfect fit.
i'd feel him write my name with his finger in looping letters on my back just beneath the right shoulder, i'd feel his nose at that very center of the locus before he turns on his cheek whose muscle would whirr into a smile and it's still hard to believe that this man is mine.
wafts of how he smells would simply fill in the small universe of us, fresh and endearing; the kind of smell that a person has after shower, the drops of water vaporizing away in faint whispers, the rejuvenating scent of two hydrogen and one oxygen molecules intertwined with the sheer chemicality of soap. it's the kind of smell that somehow starts a good day no matter how hard i hit the wall or the floor waking up from sleep in the morning.
Caspar smells like this, of small things and simple possibilities and i would bottle it up if i could so i would always have a bit of it with me.
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