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
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