the fragrance writer

My words are clean and
this I know,
Because I’ve told me so.
If I am being
honest, though
Only you can save.

With callous hearts and
arrogance,
The wolf comes out at night
When I can feel them
watching me,
They keep me in their sight

I lay in bed, you
see my heart,
Keep turning on my side.
But can you smell their
blood on me?
There’s nothing I can hide

They gorge themselves, their
bellies burst
They howl the whole night through
I lay in peace
(impossible!),
Their hate cannot break through.

I saw your face and
all is well
Your mirror made me glad
Reflection vindicates
my soul
From wolves; all who are bad.

You spend a long time
searching and,
At some point, give it up.
The ripping down of
something old
and, something new, sew up.

Should I start writing
once again?
There’s always time for peace.
A hug feels much less
bitter when
It follows sweet release.

I’ll somehow make
this beautiful
Though I don’t understand.
I only know what’s
in my reach:
This coffee in my hand.

I am the shipwrecked
Pirate, Joe
The ocean is my home,
Deep in the depths
is where I lay,
The soul is all alone.

There are those treasures
I hold tight,
Although they sink me so.
They are the pains
that I hold dear,
I never let them go.

Awoke, one day,
I saw a face
Breaking the surface high.
An angel looking
from above,
I could not reason why.

But slowly, I
began to swim
I give my treasures up.
I open up
from all the hurt,
My soul is rising up.

Before my hands could
reach the top,
You slowly float on by.
An angel, yes,
but not my own;
Clouds passing in the sky.

I drift back slowly
to the dark,
Although it hurts me so.
The water covers
up my tears;
I won’t feel in the cold.

I’m lost. And aimlessly
   I stare
At the dessert counter.
I came here
   every day this week,
Begging God to bring her.

‘Til in, walks in
   to here again
The hottest coffee cup
She hits me with
   espresso shots,
The beans are grinding up.

“There’s nothing wrong
   with you.”

Your hair, like chocolate
   drizzle, falls
Down lips of raspberry.
Blackberry eyes,
   strawberry cheeks
You’re soft and buttery…

This place is full
   of jokers, dear
Another place, let’s meet.
Like two kids with
   the pastry box
Let’s run to eat what’s sweet.

Among the crowds,
   I close my eyes
And then I disappear.
All smoke and mirrors,
   thespians,
All characters in here.

A stranger in the
   coffee shop
now entering my sphere.
Only a glance, and
   nothing more,
My heart just let them near.

The simplest, the
   natural things,
Are seldom to appear
This feeling,
   undefinable,
Why does it feel so dear?

Among the crowds,
   I catch two eyes
And then they disappear.
Tomorrow, I might
   come again,
Will those two eyes be here?