constrain me delicately
in the fragrant beauty
of ethereal tether
beyond nectar
the sweet specter
a feather’s breadth
of scent depth
hovering in its ascent
within the crystalline goblet
of this essence
decanted into your steady hands
~
my decadence tempered
rendered in slow surrender
with ache and trace
of Love’s petals close
on your breath
a whisper on flesh
flush swept
florets of promise
in the silence
that is kept
I once read an essay on the beauty of women written by a man who had been blind at birth, He spoke of the soft hush of hair as it is released and sweeps across the back, the scent of every place the woman had been with an undergirding of her perfume and natural scent. Frangipani in organic virgin first pressed coconut oil is one of the only things I use on my skin. If you would not eat it why would you let it soak into the largest organ of your body? Its light notes and deep tones are intoxicating. Is beauty what you see or my experience of me?
This poem can be found in my book Luminarium on Amazon.
Really beautiful.
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Thank you🌻
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🙂🌅
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Very beautiful
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Thank you, Derrick for the appreciation. I was astounded by the beauty of your garden at night.
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🙂 I’m pleased, Maria
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