Why do you look away,
as one pretends,
From her, the sun-kissed
country girl
Or maybe she’s
a gritty city girl?
Caring for others
from the start,
She’s grown a warm
and passionate heart.
Although she’s not as
prim and proper;
Like them, she’s
not pale skinned and sheltered,
Why keep her like
a stranger from your friends?
She Smiles (in the Breezes)
In early Spring, there blows
a cold breeze still,
And sings, the birds
on leafless trees, their song.
The season’s scent,
in moss only, resides.
So still, the lily-
of-the-valley hides.
But we’re getting
better everyday.
Our legs are getting
stronger as we walk
And hearts are getting
warmer as we talk.
Add sweet vanilla
ice-cream in the sun:
All signs that winter
fades against its will.
SoS: One
An unexpected kiss
from your perfume,
It only stirs a hunger:
Kisses, more!
You have a name with
sillage of all its own
But leave from all
the others who adore
And pour on me the
fragrance of your room.
Boiled Peanuts
Are boiled peanuts something
you would eat
The simmering water makes
them extra sweet
Though they’d prefer their
sitting on the shelf
And this is nornal
As I’ve been boiled
mostly by my self
But agitation makes
the rest more sweet
And I’ll rest sweetly
when I watch you sleep.
Love Lingers
The smell of perfume
wafts into the air
And sounds of knocking
beg upon her door.
He waits outside, his head
still wet with dew.
And for a moment,
her heart delays.
Then, jumping from her bed,
with hands wet with perfume,
The sound of footsteps
flutter on her floor.
But only his sillage
still lingers there.
the fragrance writer 