poems – the Fragrance Writer

Seaweeds

On a beach, at the sea, this is a happy place
Within reach,
bergamot tea
Occasionally I taste
Wishing my anxieties
to cease.
Josyift, 2023

The mandarin moons
are resolute
against a blackened sky. Rapaciously, they
follow suit,
of smokey suns gone by.
Josyift 2023

I feel your lips burning my cheeks like smoldering leaves in fire. Like smoke, our love will slowly creep up your Afgano sweater.
Josyift, 2023

I tossed my wishes
to the sea;
I hoped to see a word.
The tides returned
my dreams to me.
“L’Immensité:’ I heard.
Josyift, 2023

Hugs on the grass forever last,
Like green stains on the soul.
Pacific Moss, forever lost,
The last scent love will know.
Josyift 2023