WHO NEEDS SHROOMS?

I met your perfume

face to face in a crowded

mall. What is going on

with Patchouli and all those

olfactory nerves slapped

smack on the front of my

face? Like a rocket that

explodes with tiny fragments

of every sensual-dream-vision-

dewy-droplets-on-dark-skin-

stretched-across-a-beach?

You left that loco-smoke

curling around my dopamine

dependent limbic system, till

the whole universe was a

sapphire blue, well-aimed eye

framed in black, its talons

from there all the way down to

carmine lips. Those fragrant

wisps wrap themselves around

every neuron I own, so now

I know the fragrance of heaven.

Sweet poison, you make me

shiver and dissolve, and what

a puddle I make while I wonder

who the hell are you, anyway

and where did you go?

Can I come too?

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I really enjoyed this poem, although I must admit I've never really had an affinity for a particular herb and it's fragrance. I'm sixty and can count on two fingers the amount of times I've actually inhaled it on purpose. Though admittedly the rest is a bit Hazey indeed. A wonderful poem Vol.

[Vol]

Carlos,
A lot of people hate patchouli, but it is nosegasm for me...
Vol

[Dessi]

@Volcano, Written like the absolute scholar! I have hunted for shrooms but never ingested any.
Here's hoping you find her! Good luck!
Amazing writing, as always.

[Vol]

Dessi,
Thanks. Remember "Laugh In?" One of the many iconic one-liners they used a lot was "Blow in my ear and I'll follow your anywhere." Wear patchouli near me and I'm your slave...
Vol

[Dessi]

@Vol, You are mine anytime you cross my mind. Thanks for the wonderful new fantasy.

[redzone]

Vol, pass me the shrooms, please!!! ;0)

[Vol]

I'd love to, if I had any...

[D. Mansfield]

Loved this poem, all I can say regarding the public intoxication that happens when a beautiful woman wafts past, leaving little puddles of men in her wake, I WILL GLADLY BECOME A PUDDLE JUST TO SEE

[Vol]

D.
I personally believe there is no shame in the admiration of beauty...
Vol

[Lorry]

The scent of a woman can sure distract you to distraction, but not half as much as the echo of her wafting through your mind.
Is it any wonder we're all just gibbering wrecks under that wafer thin layer of dermis.
It reminds me of that well worn phrase "Women! Can't live with 'em... not allowed to kill 'em! Or something along those lines.
Come to think of it, isn't it a small miracle that the streets ain't littered with more male bodies, what with all the reasons we give them to justput us out of our misery?
She! Gotta go. Think I hear Katie coming! 😃

[Vol]

Lorry,
I'm not sure, but I think we are hardwired to melt at the sight of certain curves and shapes... General motors has forgotten how well those "coke bottle lines in the sixties and early seventies sold... Cars with flaring fenders are the obvious example, and far more attractive than rocket fins. Sometimes its just the eyes, red lips do it as well, but when you never even saw them but they leave the invisible bait floating in a crowded store so your feet leave the ground while you desperately look for its source. I waited at a perfume counter in a big department store for someone to come by and help me out. One did, she was a hot fiftyish with expensive hair and clothes. She seemed proud that I had noticed and there was a touch of the wicked in her smile when she breathed, "patchouli," and wandered off humming "Another One Bites the Dust," while i stood there thinking, I'd bite mote than that if...