Enfleurage

I think this poem fits all love in world…the good and the bad in a relationship….I think…but i dont know for sure…

Poetheart!


Enfleurage is an old process to extract the scent and soul of flowers.


Macela

he touched me with invisible hands
and sniffed me from far away
as i was a bouquet of flowers
as i was a scent ~ intense~in a garden

i walked carelessly dressed with the trees
inside the green and dark
clouded and safe
he stopped me as he swirled around me

and all my leafs were shaken
a whirlwind of green and dark blue
was coming out of me
i was a simple glossy leaf

Again, just to remember…..


he ask me ~just one drop from yours body~
~it is all i need to go away~
and lifted up his nose
resting already on my chest


I opened my flower and i gave to him one petal
when one single drop rolled down of my breast
smelling of fear ~ smelling of love~
he save it on…

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