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DieingEmbers Oct 2012
Rolling over softly as not to wake you
I find you gone
my hand feeling
the all too familiar warmth
of your absence
my face presses gently
against your pillow
inhaling the scent of clean fresh hair
I cannot help but smile,

your night dress rests folded
by the bed
I take it pressing it to my face
breathing you in deeply...

perfume and anti-perspirant
mingle and merge
outlining images of you within my minds eye
and there still
remains a trace
of cocoa and coffee bean
and softly beneath them all
a hint of sweat and heated touch of passion

and again I smile
more wickedly
and press you hard against me
entranced
unable to breathe
for fear
the fragrance fleeting,

Once more I press you to my lips
and taste you in a kiss
before
once more closing my eyes
to sleep
for chance to dream

of you my dream within a dream.
Tristan Neve May 2010
Stand together, under the trees;
Warmth and togetherness is strong;
Bathe in the golden summers, long and lovely.
Cover yourself at night, don't let the lizards in,
For the glorious benefit of auburn nights.
Wind blows heavy and loud, crushing my hopes.
Naked creases form upon the soil, converging,
On the veranda where we sit sipping teas.
I talk slow so she will understand me,
Her caramel heart melts under my hands.
Unearth the bodies we buried before.
A long lost memory sits perched on the sink,
Its cat eyes stare loathingly at our actions.
Fire and water pour a steamy love.
She just won't listen to the sounds of life.
One day, i will look back at my birth,
Was it worth the pain i brought?
A wasted skin lies in the alley,
Drugged and ******, cuts along the spine.
Clouds decend upon the wedding reception,
Smokey and fragrent it pulls speech from speakers.
Knives, pierced through silver lungs.
Kindred spirits pile up in the gutter,
Never finding true peace.
I thought life was worthless,
Now its totally pointless.
K Balachandran Feb 2019
thorny screwpines stop,
musky fragrent flowers enchant;
blood scented ecstasy!
Grace E Jan 2019
Her hands were bohemian.

Guitar string calloused finger tips,

Colorful paints speckled her skin.
Fragrent reds, gypsy yellows and healing greens.

Dense plant soil beneath her nails.

Her hands created,
Her hands cooked,
Her hands served,
And toiled.

Her hands were bohemian.
Lottie Aug 2015
No matter how bright,
Now matter how fragrent,
Everything fades
And smells like rot.
The smell of old books,
The colour of old life.
Jude kyrie Jul 2016
Sanguine in greens

The rain is a fine mist.
Behind it the hall of mirrors
distorted woodlands are olive green.
In the breaking sky a ray of sunlight
shines upon the tree tops of the forest.
Bringing a salad bowl cornucopia
of gentle greens.
all within a heartbeat
my spirits are warmed and joyful.
Now the parched dry earth
tired of the summer drought.
Drinks it's fill
And the plant life reaches upwards
to thank the heavens.
Greens fill up my senses
all greens
only greens.
I teach up and touch
the branch of a cherry tree
it's blossoms cascade upon me
with the raindrops.
in a fragrent hallelujah to nature.
I see my life ahead
the barren wasteland
of the unknown
is refreshed
in soft delicate greens.
Sometimes I love the! Rain
Jude
I loved my gardening but as well the oldies
Nothing much went to the tip filled it so
My favourite Bearded Iris loved them
But always the old Snap Dragons to grow

Buckets old boots wheel barrows too
Jonquils and Snow drops loved my roses
Fragrent always strong in masses where ever
At times annoy delicate and touchy noses

Merigols pretty and very useful where they
Buttercups loved them throwing then around
Handfulls of wildflower seeds I'd throw about
Digging in wet newspaper for worms in the ground

My garden my home outside  loved as much as any
Little nooks to sit and read think awhile under trees
Magnolia's port wine pink and white I loved ever so
Even upon a lovely springtime night and breeze

Anything no longer useful I filled it up with Azalias
Loved blosom on the fruit trees where ever I could
If I still lived in the Snowy Valley I'd still do these things
Planting mosses in any old piece of rotting wood

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Stu Harley Aug 2014
let you soul
bloom
unto
the
fragrent
flowers of
hope and
change
as we
become
the same
Jena T May 2020
Jasmine leaves
Blended into tea
Fragrent scents of the day
Petals white or gentle pink
Dragons teeth
Sewed scrupulously
For war someday
Fields in bloom
What will they be?
Dragons teeth
Come to slay you and me
Or Jasmine leaves
Whispering in the steam
Chris D Sep 2020
stinking of abandoned houses
and sedan ripened lotion
criminally fragrent
and blown out of the most
blistering proportion
dotting the suburbs
with used needles
all the better
to puncture the inner sanctum
relapsing on over the counter
anti-venom
like always
while fainting as the cops
waive your arms in the air
saying "i did it"
for you
well it wasn't you
so don't take other people's
credit

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