It was never the fragrance of flowers
but the bullies and the browning of leaves,
decay from the odor of urine and sweat;
smothered in wetness of wool — I survived;
but I grew into parties and twilight
when essenced in lilac anointed with last
night’s tobacco and beer on my collar;
returning I laughed, branded with lipstick of hers;
we aged into flickering incense of resins
while fingers tangoed in code on the keyboards
into candlelight evenings exploring together
the tannins of wine and sleekness of skin.
Now, sustaining in silvery smell of paychecks,
we wait for the evening to settle,
to sluggish sensation of blackbirds, forgetting
the past of succulent turmoil — we linger.
This is a poem I wrote for a poetry workshop a few weeks ago. This is linked to Open Link Night at dVerse that I host. We open at 9 PM CET.
Also linking up to Tuesday platform with toads
May 17, 2018