Eight Ways of Smelling Perfume

I

Sugary, sweet, sparkling blackberry,

The air pirouettes in marshmallows,

Cotton candy and vanilla delight.

 

II

The ballroom imparted a pleasant scent.

I know of opulent decor and dancing lights,

But I do not know where, what, or whom

The fragrance hides.

 

III

Is it there? Its trail too faint

Evanescent of the night.

Come morning sobriety

The only hint left lingers and stains

Dry blankets,

Bedside.

 

IV

A marriage of aromatics, fixatives, essential

Oils, solvents,

From almond and bergamot

To vanillin and coumarin,

These layers of velvety extract.

 

V

Drenched in honeysuckle and crème.

In a quiet whisper, sexy wink, pink temptation

She calls.

 

VI

Wafting, just a little,

They become intoxicated and nauseous.

If only pungent odor, sour faces would conceal

No ugly hearts.

 

VII

The forest stands stale.

The deers must be weeping.

The musk is gone.

 

VIII

She pushes through crowds,

Dashing to the counter.

Take her money instead.