the Fragrance Writer

But if you touched me, ever softly so,
To give a brush that’s barely there to feel,
I might assume this secret tease was real.
The fun is that I’d never really know.

josyift 2022

Trade glances at a cafe sparingly
when she is sipping tea rebelliously.
“Oh, how long do you sit and stare at me?”
She takes me like a pillow – falling-ly!

josyift 2022

There’s something quite
peculiar
Hidden in your
pretty.
A riddle –
I’m not witty;
My laugh is amatory.

josyift 2022

I thought my thoughts for you were dead and old.
Oh no, like chrysalis they only slept.
And while my tender feelings sweetly grow’d,
You grew your wings and flew away. The End.

josyift 2022