on the villa's balcony, smell of Chanel on papillae
an old siamese cat lays, while a soaked diary takes her rest
for the fountain pen's ink had smell of faint success.

the sugar smell like snow
a spilled tea smelt of rose
diving into mildness and hollows

the odeur follows;

alas! a hail of thunders had came like swords,
it had smell of blood, of rust and warmth;
but the earth smells fancy, and my flowers are in love.

in light, and in truth,
the red white days, balmy as bright weather
will peter, in no such way.