Perfume in a Pandemic
is pointless.

I watch, listen to your 
simulacrums, your untouchable
screen ghosts. 

I yearn
For smell and taste.. 

Perfume in a pandemic
is comforting, I shake
the tiny bottle, my finger as stopper.
I stroke my pulse points,
bathe in, breath in, grasp
the memory:
the clutching joy of 
your embracing warmth
as we hugged.

Perfume in a pandemic is essential.