Brick chimneys silhouette
a dark, cold stare.
Anticipate
the warm and affable.
The smell of wooden fire
fills the air.
Their crackling,
generously laughable.
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Perfume High
Uncertain on
what labels to apply.
Exotic Landscapes/
Foreign Exposures.
I close my eyes,
another place I lie.
Required Escapes/
Open Enclosures.
You’ve Expired
Like old perfume I forgot I had
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and once smelled so sweet
But now, just stinks
Into the garbage
It goes
.
Bye
I Drift…
I drift into a dream
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sometimes at night…
She’s soft and sweet.
And she’s vanilla deep.
Like smoke, dreams slowly
fade to morning light.
I see she’s there then
I fall back to sleep.
the key, unlocking
Prepare the structure, warm and wait a few
‘Cuz patience is the key when you’re burning oud
It takes some practicing to get to know
Requires loving warmth, consistency
The worth is worth all of the hard work, though
Unlocking your hearts inner intimacy
Worth the captivation when surrounding
A gentle healing power of unlocking
Raising like an incense that is cleansing
A short time with you is worth the consideration.
The key is patience when unlocking you
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I’ll wait again to fall in love brand new