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Sunday, May 29, 2011

Blindfolded

I love the smell of
Fresh chopped wood
On mossy ground
that's underfoot

I love the scent of lavender
Just out the back,
By the kitchen door
There grows a bush

And what about
A watery brook
of rock and sand
and myrtle wood

Or the aroma
of Jasmine
As you go upon
A suburban walk

Who can forget
The fragrant Franjipani
one, my first love
tucked into my hair

Chanel no 5 at night
Just like Marylin Monroe
Spray a little
Upon your pillow

And how about
Freshly baked bread
And ham and eggs
And roast dinners

Incense on the altar
Sandalwood through your hair
A hot toddy
Made with spices rare.

Just a few
olfactory delights
In all the world
Of sugar and spice.