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.