My Fragrance

My Fragrance

Passion is a virtue that you
reap from a garden of love.
I am the long-awaited rose.
My fragrance melts, dripping
down your fingers, disrupting
a mind so heady with desire.
As I permeate your senses,
you descend into the core of
my existence. Each tiny thorn
pierces your flesh, bleeding
away all pain; as petals of
light chase away the darkness.
Entangled in my verdant
bough, beads of dew infuse
rapture by your eagerness
to stay with your sweet muse.

©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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