Black Afgano by Nasomatto is Perfume Poetry.

Poetry inspired by the perfume Black Afgano by Nasomatto.

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Is it possible your lips
Could burn my cheeks,
Like the smell
Of green leaves
In a fire, or
Of your black Afghan sweater
Lingering in the back seat of
My car –
Next to where you
Dropped your lipstick,
Like the charred remains
Of our last relationship?
[sic – run-on sentence]
I always knew
You were a little nutty.
You were so expensive,
And what little you gave!
But yet….
Addictive and sweet?
You live by the fire
But
I died by your fire. . .

More about the Perfume by Nasomatto, Black Afgano. More of my latest poetry, Pacific Rock Moss. © TheFragranceWriter.com. Photo by Dids on Pexels.com.

Pacific Rock Moss by Goldfield & Banks is Perfume Poetry

Poetry inspired by the perfume Pacific Rock Moss by Goldfield & Banks.

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Your hug is like resting down on the grass.
Mixed with sun – citrus – a forever last.

To wake in the morning, here next to you.
So soft and simple – to be in this dream.
Under blankets of musk from your perfume.
And waiting for a plane – waiting to leave.

A wish you’d be mine to hold – forever.
Desires that circle around my mind.
I’ll keep your scent on my skin – wherever –
Take me to this special place – any time.

I wonder when – wonder can l see you?
Or just your memory to return to?

More about the perfume by Goldfield and Banks, Pacific Rock Moss. More of my latest poetry, Intense Cafe. Poetry © TheFragranceWriter.com. Photo by Anni Roenkae on Pexels.com.

Intense Cafe by Montale is Perfume Poetry

Poetry inspired by the perfume Intense Cafe by Montale.

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What if, dear, now and here, you stole my heart?
That it happened just as we sit apart?

What-oh-what is mixed in this coffee cup?
A strange elixir that’s altered my brain?
Mom would have said these feelings are insane. . .
But, my oh my, my minds already made.

Sorry. I must have been thinking out loud.
There’s just a “something” in the air that’s sweet.
Before you run away from crazy me,
Wonder if it’s not by chance that we meet.

How long till a rose drops its petals?
Life’s too short to give sudden denials.

More about the perfume by Montale, Intense Cafe. More of my latest poetry, Akaster. Poetry © TheFragranceWriter.com. Photo by Anni Roenkae on Pexels.com.