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?
Tag: life
Napoleon
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.
Rinsing…
Living 1,000 Lives
It’s been a long day
At night,
The hard residues of life
Hardly washed away.
Rashless
I’m found again
lost in antiquity.
Attachments made
and broke by ill intention?
That of old
now modern iniquity.
For reasons
much “too complicated”
to mention.
Home
Take me to the old dirts
just outside of Rome.
Allured by the Smoke
Escaping Ash.
I’m longing for
my heritage, for home.
The old gardens,
Is that warmth
too much to ask?