How petals of roses been wrung
for its sensitive oil
How apples been bruised,
and plants been beaten to dust
How ambergris carved from intestines of whales
been blended with lavender blooms
crushed into pulp.
it cannot be strange that I sense
their wounds in the predator way
you try your seduction with venomous whiffs
of bloodless perfume.
A poem on scents for Sanaa at toads on scent.
November 18, 2019