He walked into the room, commanding attention
and my heart, the scent of him is like a drug,
intoxicating me, controlling my every thought.
A hint of musk and cedarwood, with a touch of leather,
manly without being overbearing. I can't help but
associate those notes with his broad shoulders,
and the way he carries himself with such confidence.
There's a subtle spiciness to it as well,
a reminder that he's not just strong, but passionate too.
It's a fragrance that lingers long after he's gone,
a phantom presence in the room, making me crave him even more.
I wonder if he knows the power he holds
in just one spray of cologne. How it makes me feel
like I'm under his spell, completely at his mercy.
His scent alone could bring me to my knees,
but paired with his charming smile and piercing blue eyes,
it's almost too much for my heart to handle.
I take a deep breath, trying to memorize every note,
to hold onto this moment forever. Because no matter where life takes us,
this smell will always bring him back to me,
and remind me of what it means to love a man.
Categories:
cedarwood, desire, men,
Form: Free verse
Call back the curtain, containing our kiss,
capturing young heartbeats with all their might.
Crease open the page; no line can I miss.
Within eternity, I reminisce
of the mystery of scenes I recite.
Call back the curtain, containing our kiss,
scarlet like lips lit with starlight's fierce gliss.
Capture twinkling eyes in wooing moonlight.
Crease open the page; no line can I miss.
Balsam cedarwood musk I can't dismiss,
pressed against my breast with, "Farewell, good night."
Call back the curtain, containing our kiss.
Without request of others' stark permiss,
retain vibrant props of charming delight.
Crease open the page; no line can I miss.
As ivy climbs pillars, I hold you tight,
oblivious to forthcoming abyss.
Call back the curtain, containing our kiss.
Crease open the page; no line can I miss.
8-4-22
Categories:
cedarwood, absence, i miss you,
Form: Villanelle
What I'd like to give you is
an ounce of my perfume;
not what you may be thinking of,
but you will find out soon.
A special place that I recall
from childhood long ago,
where I would often go and sit
and always loved it so.
It was the walk-in closet
in my mother's big bedroom.
Trying on her clothes amidst
that special, sweet perfume.
Such happiness and peaceful times
I often spent in there-
with smelling cedarwood perfume
that drifted through the air.
The panels of fine cedarwood
had lined her closet well;
and all her clothes, accessories,
held the fragrant smell.
Though not akin to the perfume
you'd normally think of;
the smell of cedar brings me home-
to my dear mother's love.
September 28, 2021
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Bring Me Home
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Judged: 10/04/2021
(revised for this contest
from a former, shorter poem
posted 2/22/2018)
Categories:
cedarwood, inspirational, memory, mother daughter,
Form: Rhyme
Sawdust thrusts into the visceral air
as you lust over your woodworker's chair,
where my body will find rest.
Cedarwood sprinkles cling to stalwart sleeves.
Man glitter flits upon your rugged lips,
and I long to kiss them.
3-29-2021
Categories:
cedarwood, appreciation, desire, for him,
Form: Rhyme
Smile on the face or innocence on the face
is as attractive as beauty on the face.
—Amit Kalantri
Sweet Honesty
Lily of the valley,
rose and cedarwood.
Flowing,
romantic,
sweetly bells of white snow.
Ruffled scent
— slow tickle to the nose.
Woodsy,
warm bouquet
stirs the pulse of an innocent Eve
her fresh skin,
sunswept hair.
Budding honey bees need no patchouli seduction.
3/25/2021
Favorite Scents
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
cedarwood, flower, senses, youth,
Form: Verse
pearlescent, our ivory eyes met
cascading curtain limbs concealing
irises entwined in the deep unknown
like forest roots creeping
cryptic cedarwood cologne
fused with ravenous rose perfume
blending in every crevice
the weeping cherry's spread-
a bedroom of petals
nature's chandelier dimmed
butterscotch disk slipping
as eventide crimped
rim of vermillion pressing
upon confection skin
deepening aegean
with intensifying connection
plumb descension of melting heat
hastening each heartbeat
thumping to the thrum of feral beasts
arising for their woodland feast...
a barge of howling surrounding ebony
ecstasy's reach
cherry's tang on tantalizing tongues
hung like the moon
ripe with enticement
gliding with pearlescence
3/24/2021
Eight word Bardenesque challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
1. PEARLESCENT
2. HOWLING
3. THRUM
4. TANG
5. EVENTIDE
6. PLUMB
7. CRIMPED
8. FERAL
Categories:
cedarwood, longing, lust, nature, night,
Form: Free verse