Poetry Inspired by the Perfume Amuze Me from Amuze.
I see you there, savoring a fruit tea
In a coffee shop – You’re such a rebel.
I see you there (please stop staring at me)
In your flocculent, apricot sweater.
You look embraceable – like a pillow,
Like a dream that I could fall down in to.
I’d love to get stuck under your arms, though,
Like I was boxed within your caresses.
You amuse me – but I’ve been pricked often
By the hidden thorns of other roses
That you can’t see until you reach for them.
Tell me, what type of sweet rebel are you?