In a dearth of supplies and
A day of bloopers I am
Reminded of the shape of you
In the creation of a perfume
I climb round the edge
Of the coldest cliff
Sharp mussels clinging
To the rocks and the
Bottoms of my feet
How did we meet
In a world that is so big
Even that we did the anomaly
Reminds me just how small we are
In the air the fragments
Of a scent I cannot
Seem to bottle but to describe it is the
Fragrance of a beating heart
The breath of a flower
And the tear of a cloud
Finding my way to the top
I pull myself up by the
Roots of a tree that found
It’s way out of the earth
And into the side of me left with
Nothing but the scratches on my skin
And the aroma of a new parfum
Fractured by the light
Healed by the gloom
© GÄ
Poétique 