Enfleurage Poem by Poetheart Morgan

Enfleurage



He touched me with invisible hands
and sniffed me from far away
as i was a bouquet of flowers
as i was a scent ~ intense~in a garden

I walked carelessly dressed with the trees
inside the green and dark
clouded and safe
he stopped me as he swirled around me

And all my leafs were shaken
a whirlwind of green and dark blue
was coming out of me
i was a simple glossy leaf

Again, just to remember…..




He ask me ~just one drop from yours body~
~it is all i need to go away~
and lifted up his nose
resting already on my chest




I opened my flower and i gave to him one petal
when one single drop rolled down of my breast
smelling of fear ~ smelling of love~
he save it on your tongue and no more to say
he just swirled again and left me away

from my garden…from my scent….

Friday, May 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: scents
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Enfleurage is an old process to extract the scent and soul of flowers.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chris G. Vaillancourt 08 May 2014

I like this poem...very well written

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Chuy Amante 06 May 2014

I'm kind of greedy, how about two drops? I loved it!

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Sekharan Pookkat 03 May 2014

that just one drop is enough to satisfy the whole soul -good penning

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