Perfume

August evening

Rain beating against the roof

In monophonic monotony

Of meditative noise

Widowed Monsoon

Clouds dangle heavily

From a teary canopy

Of far-spreading melancholy

Out in the cold

Steaming cup of coffee

Gazing into nothingness

Hearing echoes of imagination

All of a sudden

Out of nowhere

A gust of wind flies by

Leaving a smell behind

Like a thunderbolt

In primitive darkness

Revealing you
In my arms, almost