What I'D Like To Give You Is An Ounce of My Perfume

fragrance of yesteryears distilled from heartache and joy mixture of entropy and cohesion scented in hopeful aroma sweat from wanderlust of adventure tears from emotional advancement blood of hard work’s injuries over time fears contained and turned into vigour petals ground into an effusion of love a medley of rose-tinted lenses and reality’s patched spectacles a truth serum of honesty kindness and unshakeable compassion the knowledge that one’s perfume blends with compatible skin smell of freedom to mind our souls salve to soothe blisters and calluses tincture of longing and tangible peace composure of hard-won harmony at last array of butterflies collecting honey dew just like myself you had to endure the stench of past injustice tribulations trials errors betrayal and displeasure of suffering have been hurt by flavoured malodour of other’s transgressions had the dubious benefit of having to turn up your nose to escape stink fetour and mere existence in order to synthesize essence balance of reason and heartfelt emotions waiting for yin yang seeking a perfect fit a mate best friend mirror spouse and lover in sack cloth silk linen and satin sheets in a bodouir graced by passion and pheromones kisses of sweet pleasure rapture and satisfaction climax together wet lips follow the path of mountains rivers splash and nurture fan the flames in which fireside ashes mix with ember and warmth in candour I have no magic potion until our perfumes merge into one