poetry – 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

Black Afgano

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

Kissing Dreams

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

Pacific Moss

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

Midnight Rain

My soul’s awakened by the rain, Whose songs crescendo through. <I needed this; I needed change…> Her last drops leave me new.
TheFragranceWriter, 2023