Poetry inspired by the perfume Virtus from Navitus.
You’re my Octagon – But… what does it mean? Smoothing a square by easing the edges To eight sides, like your personality. Now that’s power! You hit me with passion. You lost me in shimmering ceylon woods And then hit me with your cinnamon stick. Make my life happy – like they said you would, So hard times to be a little softer. Our setting was green fields, sunshine and streams, Tempting delusions lost clouds of smog. Your vanilla makes the tobacco sweet But smoking cigars is still bad for your health.