In Her Fragrant Mist

In Her Fragrant Mist short poem

“Tell me”, said she,
“What do you think of me?”
“A Brazilian forest and the scent
of roasting coffee beans”,
said he, smiling at her teasingly.
Blushing, she smiled, her cheeks
wore the radiance of Tavel Rosé,
She leaned over, he inhaled
notes of summer from distant
Mediterranean climes,
drifting through the air,
heady, intoxicating, sublime.
He forgot where he was;
She was lost in paradise.
Captured in silent bliss
he awoke to her fragrant mist
of wild cherry flowers and violets
rising in a mysterious forest.
Alone in her company.

Poet’s Note:
The sensory connection between lovers is a very strong one and often leaves a lingering fragrance of the time spent together that is very evocative of the intensity of the togetherness when they are apart.

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With the spirit of a wanderer, I travel to places to absorb everything I can, picking up experiences as one does pebbles and shells, collecting them and transferring them to my poems, short stories and articles. When I cannot travel to distant places, I journey into my mind and in my thoughts find many things there to share with others.
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