When we were lonely, we met in the rain.
We only stood and stared at each other.
We shared comfort in misery and pain.
And in the raindrops, our tears found cover. . .
Our own silence was louder than the storm.
But we found heat in the palms of our hands.
You became the jacket to keep me warm.
Is this love? My anxiety expands.
But you only love me when you’re lonely.
You only call me when you are in pain.
You no longer call me like you know me.
I guess this is how it feels to “betray.”
Friend, there’s times and seasons for everything.
For both being away and to embrace.
The monsoon season gave no covering.
When it subsided we both felt out of place.
But every time I met your tear filled gaze.
My reflection was nowhere in hiding.
My heart sank deep into a hopeless place.
I prayed for our friendship never ending.
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Fragrance Poetry inspired by Cuir Gardenia from Aftelier.
You’re a fauna among flowers.
Seldom to settle down.
Both wondrous and wild.
Making men mad and madly in love.
At times, I plunge into your petals.
Soft, satin and smooth.
You’re a Garden of Gardenia.
And I’m inebriated in nectar.
But your dichotomy is dramatic.
You’re not frail and feeble foliage.
Pull your Petals and you will Prick.
Even, arguably, animalic.
To end, your allure is honored.
Your charm, cherished.
Your delicacies are delightful.
And your ferociousness, feared.
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Fragrance Poetry inspired by Full Incense from Montale.
Swaying incense imitates pendulums.
The back-and-forth, swaying like memories.
Priceless moments, suddenly expired.
It leaves a lot left to be desired.
Your classic aftershave signature scent.
The varnish on the pews. . cedar ceilings.
Soft, grey skies. Long-lost relatives’ faces.
How stalled thoughts drift to new and old places.
I slide down to the brown kneeling cushion.
Life keeps ticking like the incense swinging.
Familiarity often brings peace.
But I’m saying “Goodbye” down on my knees.
Here, at a funeral, hearts convalesce.
Lost in thought by the scent of “Full Incense.”
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