perfume
i found it
held captive in a bottle
from paris, bought in siena
worn with flitty lungs in riomaggiore
it woke on my skin like pollen
like sea scatter
the scent of marjoram
and something beestung
sharp-angled, sun-warmed
planes of sweetness that cellar well on fingers
alter with the tide of sky
a scent of homes, times
other sounds, faces
that weren’t mine then
its currents oversaw the modes by which
we choreographed seating arrangements
all that near-touching made that risotto
the walk, the geraniums
the ocean, the final days
the drive, the decision
the fishhook wound
all the more exquisite
and i have enough to last us until the year’s point
boats us by
after that
we’ll get on with real life
perhaps.
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY
The last stanza is spectacular and as a whole I really liked the use of perfume as the main theme for the piece. It gave the whole thing a really original sense, something I adore to see in poetry.
thank you, carol 🙂