Scent

Fragrant breeze of your needle piercing pheremones
drifts aimlessly to my piqued nostrils in delight
wherever my barraged legs carry me onward to reunite.
Roses from the wine of Dianoysis cannot compare
to the apple sweet center of your uplifting scent
pictures within a thousand words written in heaven.
Veered jovily unto the perfectly pungnant juniper
seeping into your proud mane of laced golden hair
drawn lovingly beside a glowing fire of your burning blue eyes.
This scintilating perfume that cannot be extinguished
steering restless boats to the sirens watery havoc
confounds me that every breath I take silences my own petty words.