Were I an alchemist
divining your scent
I would seek out
the essence of
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
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.
but
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
between
but
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
between
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.
might suddenly envision
the dark green loam
of an ancient wood
and fairies cavorting
before the flames.
I want this to be about me!
ReplyDeleteThen again, it's about all of us, isn't it, since we all have our balances of sweet and beckoning versus spicy and challenging?