The loudest often are
most insecure
But who knew that soft violets
spoke so well?
How might I be if perfume
tailored me?
Pink peppercorns,
a sprezzatura smell;
Sophistication ties
my charm secure.
The Scent of Birch
Come, take a walk with me
down through the wood,
Whose scent, like sap,
will stick onto our skin.
So many things I miss
are lost within.
The smell of leaves,
under our feet, cracklin’
Come walk with me
through memory,
if you would.
Dehydration
So many things have flooded
through my mind.
It has me drowning
deep inside my brain.
What if a drink of water’s
all I need?
For then, my demons seem
much less insane.
My life begins to seem
a bit more kind.
A Brief Detox
It’s not a lot of fun having a cold –
A stuffiness, which everybody knows.
The laying of my head’s appreciated!
But sadly, sweetest scents won’t tease my nose.
I guess, just for a night, I might withhold.
Blueberry Scones
My heart is like a fruit
that’s cold and blue,
Through life, hot-oven-baked
into a scone.
This process feels like ****,
I must admit.
Though drawing lovely flavors
all my own,
Presented on a platter
just for you!
the fragrance writer 