I Have Never Liked Your Smell

In my dream you came around the corner
with the thrumming of a bass and the smell of rain.
Not yourself at all, instead, dark and shadows looming deeply,
your smile splitting open the sun.
I felt the rain hit the window. I tasted the sun on my tongue.
And when I awoke I had to remind myself that I have never liked your smell.
I have never liked your smell.