Oils and Incense

a poem about him

Anointed are the temples of his mahogany skin

With Egyptian musk, myrrh and a light touch of mint.

Traditions passed down from Islam and his kin

Are the aromas from oils, candles and incense.

He burns oils to romance the air that I’m in

With an ambience fragrant of frankincense

And the kush on his lips

Time disappears with the smoke’s evanescence.

The trace of his scent makes me reminisce.

Nostalgic I dwell among his presence.

In an aura of peace and love in essence

How deeply I miss…his oils and incense.

Reviews

[Blu]

Wow! This is a lovely poem. I actually started some incense just now and this poem made me feel heady. It is romance and history and sexy. This is a good one.
Keep'em coming.

[Kimberly Navarro]

thank you. i appreciate you feedback

[Chris]

A good taste and nicely scripted.

[B. Boileau]

A strong triger of memory ... scent.
A stunning sonnet filled with fragrance of deeply missed presence.
Truely a delightful read.