I look at him,
thinking of my horizontal life,
moving right to the left,
utterly alone with my desire
and restlessness as I sprinkle a few drops
of Ylang Ylang in the air.
While he is an impossible moment
at the end of all, I am part of a limitless we.
I should have known he wouldn't put up with
his allergy to my French perfume and plans.
Some smells are fatal and tend to linger
like black mold when it grows in the intolerant
walls of love .
Fear not my mouth and hands scented with
tomorrows and dreamy aromas.
Some fragrances are just for a true connoisseur.
Karla Bardanza
http://asmoonsewsthesatinstars.blogspot.com
wonderful writing Karla.