Car trouble

Your car’s nice. Smells nice. Smells...
                                                       …doesn’t smell like you. Smells like
a
nice
smelling
man                         the way I’d like my smell to be for you to like it again.

Crescent

If I turn to you and you turn to life beyond the clouds, don’t think you cannot speak to me there. If it helps you to dream a little while filtering my words, s’fine by me; we all filter. Or perhaps a clear view through the troposphere helps you to think. Turn then. I’m content if you answer me there. Your eyes are beautiful, but turn away when you like; sometimes the crescent of a profile is as beautiful.