Duty-free love

She sent me for duty free perfume
Smuggled love that suspended me 
in jest

Who told her that love should have a scent?

For we both expected our tales
to buy us time, 
time was the very fragrance,
with which all our deeds were measured

I wish I had told her of my luck in-flight
I wish I hadn't dropped the 40ml bottle
in business class distractions, 
that tucked me in bed

She shouldn't have sent me for duty free 
perfume

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Kenya Airways, KQ 418, 30,000 ft
6th December 2014