Musk

Bulky blue-purple bottle Rounded and smooth Sharp etches of gold It’s heavy But the weight is comforting You can smell the musk from a foot away- Without even spraying a spirits Sprayed on a stuffed mouse Doused on a t-shirt ball- Wrapped with an engraved chain Vivian What's that smell– Is asked Or thought To them it smells old Like musk Like dust Like something forgotten on the top shelf at the back of the closet Pungent Like a moth eaten piece of lace What’s that smell- To her it smells like comfort Like a warm arms caress and a lullaby Like childhood before the self awarenesses Soothing Like the memories that play over and over on a sleepless night Like summertime soaked in chlorine and pollen Like winter draped in pajamas and garland A musk A memory