Fragrance poetry inspired by Amber Tapestry from Aftelier.
I wanted to find a bouquet to symbolize our old-fashioned love. So I brought you blue heliotrope. But you said you love Jasmine. Yes, you are soft and smooth like those petit, white flowers. . . Maybe slightly sweetened by an orange. But I’m a wild. . .animalistic. . .
Or perhaps I’m just tossed. . . like a grey stone of the ocean. And your waves have crashed me. Immersed me in your high-tide.
I’m embosomed. and your warm amber is my tapestry.
I awoke by the fig tree to an unlocked sky, Like an azure break between tall green firs. Everything was beautiful and fresh. An autumn breeze glided across me, Carrying with it all the sharp scents of the forest.
And you were there, too, my first partner. You gave me a fig and together we consumed This small purple fruit, like a heart in our mouths; Like our own hearts that we so foolishly devoured. We took its leaves, and covered our nakedness. And we laid back asleep.
I opened my eyes to a cool night. As all our nights had been lately. The garden of our love has long since ceased. You gave me a fig and together we grazed.
I asked, “Where did you find figs in this winter of our lives?” You said, “By faith, my love. . . By faith, the wild fruit can still grow.” And under the fig tree, we found our hope.