The Vial of Scent - 8 Words

In the dank night, windows ajar, I look across at unshuttered rooms, And see my neighbor quite by happenstance. Her curtain flutters in the buoyant air. I see her at her mirror hold a vial of scent— Perchance I’ll see her daub a bit behind one ear, The fragrance wafting through the courtyard On the humid breeze, like a hushed voice Praying out of sight. Ah, the tenacious folly Of hope, to catch the last whispers of romance! February 13, 2019 Note: This poem was written for John Hamilton's "Eight Word Poem Challenge - Bardenesque" contest. The eight words to be used were: wafting, daub, whispers, dank, flutters, perchance, folly, and happenstance. The requested form was free verse; the length: 10 to 40 lines; the subject, "a romantic encounter".