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Anti-Hero | Poetry Interlude

Why are you in love with the anti-hero?
I’m not anything to anyone but myself.
I’m only good when I choose to be.
But you are held captive in your affection.

Reflection Man (Amouage) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Reflection Man from Amouage.

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I wonder at my reflection:
Am I the man you need me to be?

If I made you a bouquet
To represent all of me that I’d give you,

I’d start with jasmine. . .
. . . As a beginning to love and romance.

And I’d mix it with neroli blossoms. . .
. . .For a love that’s pure and innocent.

I’d stick rosemary branches on each side. . .
. . .To guard our love with fidelity and remembrance.

I’d garnish it all with vetiver. . .
. . .To keep us grounded when emotions fly.

And then I’d sprinkle it with sandalwood. . .
. . .To always know and trust who I am.

I wonder at my reflection:
Am I the man you need me to be?
Am I the man I need me to be?

Fig (Aftelier) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry inspired by Fig from Aftlier.

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I awoke by the fig tree to an unlocked sky,
Like an azure break between tall green firs.
Everything was beautiful and fresh.
An autumn breeze glided across me,
Carrying with it all the sharp scents of the forest.

And you were there, too, my first partner.
You gave me a fig and together we consumed
This small purple fruit, like a heart in our mouths;
Like our own hearts that we so foolishly devoured.
We took its leaves, and covered our nakedness.
And we laid back asleep.

I opened my eyes to a cool night.
As all our nights had been lately.
The garden of our love has long since ceased.
You gave me a fig and together we grazed.

I asked, “Where did you find figs
in this winter of our lives?”
You said, “By faith, my love. . .
By faith, the wild fruit can still grow.”
And under the fig tree, we found our hope.