Clarity

The perfume oil
shimmers on my skin
Just like wet ink,
before dryness sets in
Yes, happy to be
writing- still, again

Pens drawing
circles in the mud

The movements move,
but I am not within
Just waiting for
the next one to begin
Like comets who,
in years, return again

Author: thefragrancewriter

Original Blend of Perfume and Poetry View all posts by thefragrancewriter