Perfume

I lie to rest and feel a shiver,
My hesitant heart does warm and quiver.
I miss your words, your tongue of silver,
On my pillow, your perfume lingers.

I'm startled, out of kilter.
I can't start to - I don't want to
Have my emotions abruptly unshackled
So arrogantly, but it is true

That I want you,
And it's scary.
On my pillow, your perfume lingers,
Tinted with a scent of fear.