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.
A Short Walk
We always take a walk
inside the wood,
Where hearts and minds,
in nature, get submerged.
Somewhere between the birds
singing their songs
And snapping turtles
remembering their wrongs,
I realized the greatest gift
is in my hands.
After lifting all
our weights, emerged
And going someplace new,
that did us good.
The End, is it?
We took this walk
a thousand times before
But, this time,
do not stare into the sun.
Today’s the last? Then
we must make this work!
Though, soon, the wild
flowers start to bloom,
Today we’ll see
the dark side
of the moon…
Eclipsing Spring,
presuming to resume.
The sight was worth the
sneaking out of work:
Finding your eyes has
never been so fun,
For one more chance with you,
for one more talk.
the fragrance writer 