It would drift by
on the airstream,
created by a stranger somewhere,
soft and sweet.
I'd stumble in the subtle
shades of the scent
till it dropped me at you,
the trigger pulled on a bottle
of perfume.
But my nose hasn't
gobbled up those particles
for quite some time,
your aroma
no longer on my mind.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
It would drift by
on the airstream,
created by a stranger somewhere,
soft and sweet.
I'd stumble in the subtle
shades of the scent
till it dropped me at you,
the trigger pulled on a bottle
of perfume.
But my nose hasn't
gobbled up those particles
for quite some time,
your aroma
no longer on my mind.
Daniel Magner 2013
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