She’s there
While I wheeze
And I smell the
Perfume (not cheap,
Not remarkable) mix with the
Stink of cigarette, the
Musk of grass and resin,
and the sweet smell of 
Skin and
Sweat.

She’s there,
Using me, differently from how
I
Use
Her, but using me, all the same.
I think I love her for it,
But really, I know,
I love her for
Everything that
She is
And all the things she knows,
Deep down,
She can be.