Fragrance Poetry inspired by Lyric Man from Amouage.
Sometimes I can’t take this world anymore. Everything’s harsh, bitter, crazy and old. Everyone’s rough when I walk out the door Where I have to perform just as I’m told. How long can I do this and not go mad? My final nerve has all but erupted. And if I should see a glimmer of hope All of my mirth is soon interrupted.
BUT… then there’s you… my darling and my friend! You see how to comfort and mellow me. You cleanse my soul like a soft, lathered soap. Or like a fresh and spicy herbal tea.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, You’re the pack of pink roses at my door.
Thank You. . .
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Fragrance poetry inspired by Interlude Man from Amouage.
I love smelling clean out of the shower and tossing on my comfy, blue sweater. Then, I feel cradled by the familiar.
Combining with my fresh and soapy skin, I’m consumed by a scent that “takes me back.” It stays on me like golden amber sap. Shutting my eyes, aroma takes me there: To a warm, cozy time with family.
The smell of thick incense all over me from the church service before our dinner, blended with all the flavors of the food: Black pepper. . . oregano cutting through, The sweet cinnamon that spiced the dessert. And when we hugged, it rubbed off your cologne.
Yes. . .it’s all there. . . though today I’m alone. . .