the fragrance writer

Have I divinely seen
inspired things,
Like visions pouring from
my veins to page?
A burning
inner creativity;
The panacea of
the perfumed sage.

I need your sun
sometimes, and once again,
To smell you sweetly,
softly have to hold.
Like a flower, dressed
in black satin.
A crushing day, but then
you’ll heal my soul.

I tried to write a love song
in a lab.
For citronellol, traded in
a rose.
I whispered isomers,
you only laughed.
2- Phenylethanol
did not arouse?

I’ve burned incense in the churches
and I’ve washed with cleansing lye.
I don’t want to smell like birches
or go lay where lilies lie.
I only wish to have again the scent
of her, from days now spent.

Living 1,000 Lives
It’s been a long day
At night,
The hard residues of life
Hardly washed away.