Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The Scent of Bliss

Were I an alchemist
divining your scent
I would seek out
the essence of
Old books
Decaying maple leaves
Clean damp wool
The bitter bite of stout
To make the fundament.

Rising high above:
Apple blossoms
And their fruit
crisp tart
Would introduce you
girlish and fresh.


The eyes of those
who dared come close
would water faintly
at the sting
of cardamom and chilies.

I imagine you would dab
the silky oil
on those tender spots

adding your musk
So that passersby
who caught your scented trail
might suddenly envision
the dark green loam
of an ancient wood
and fairies cavorting
before the flames.

1 comment:

  1. I want this to be about me!

    Then again, it's about all of us, isn't it, since we all have our balances of sweet and beckoning versus spicy and challenging?