Fragrance

 

Wild honey.

Tracing the color of my breaths.

How deathless and unmanly

Is this robe of pretense,

 

That I can’t seem to stop wearing

Through dusks and dawns

This false astronomy dwelling

In the emptiness’ pervasive pores.

 

And when it exhales,

I wish it would smell like home…

That got foolishly lost in trails,

Endlessly trying to warm the stone

 

That urged me to keep the robe

And part with the probity

And a soul eager to erode

Embracing the darkness so cozily.

 

And as the moon continues veiling

My sins so balmy,

I wish my heart would stop inhaling

That tenebrous, wild honey.

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Ana. Music was wonderful and your words a tale of journey, life and the taste of sin and honey. Both tempting and needed. I enjoyed the complete poem and thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the beautiful words dear John :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Ana.

[sinNsincerity]

Loved this so much Ana, I always enjoy your unique choice of words as well as the pictures they paint and where they take me. Bravo!
-David.

[Ana B.]

Thank you David, glad to hear from you! It's been a while. Hope all is well. Take care :)

[Moonie]

The description of the fragrance is extremely vivid..I must say....you've used gorgeous words to describe its tempting nature....i believe smell is the most physical and animalistic of all our senses..and you've used it to create some very interesting scenes...kudos! :)))

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the amazing words dear Moon's fairest daughter :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and we just keep sinning, keep having regrets...wishing we could start over...but feelings, temptations are what they are...and they are constant roadblocks to getting back to innocence...

the conscience tells us one thing, our bodies another.

very interesting images in this...a clash of feelings so well expressed by your beautiful wording.

j.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the amazing words Jacob.