perfume
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A scent bourne on the breeze
Sweet rose,anenome
Winter jasmine blooms
by the sweet peas
A garden is a poem
of scented words
butterflies and bees
and little birds
To my nose she was a stick of incense.
Filling me whole, her eyes.
The ashes fell,
Spacing her walk.
With smoke closely trailing.
The sun quickly set.
There's no where in the world I'd rather be.
It’s one of those nights.
One where the stars are too still in their orbits,
And I can imagine the scent of your perfume
Lazily wafting its way around the room,
I know all you have is me
And that I will never be enough
But I will bind our love together
With such a force
I will shoot fireworks from the tip of my tongue every time I speak of you
