You smell like sandalwood, you say
Is it?
Uh… No..,,
Maybe it’s my perfume
It has woody undertones I think, I say, shrugging my shoulders
I can’t get it out of my head
You say looking into my eyes
You know, very different from what I’m used to
Is it something very Sri Lankan? Smelling like sandalwood??? You ask wide eyed
I don’t know really
It’s intoxicating
It’s always there when you are around
I can say its you, you know, even before you walk in the door

You seem trapped by it,
Wondering what on earth you are talking about
I stop and smell my hands
Just smells like me , I say
The sandalwood must be someone else
I laugh and walk away

I like it though
The thought of sandalwood smelling me
And your confusion

Sashikala Premawardhane

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