Wednesday, January 20, 2010

your scent

Forgive me for neglecting my blog for what, a week? Time races by when you're having fun - can I use that excuse? Anyway, here's a little something that occupied my time - it's about my old high school sweetheart, named Mary Jane:

I came across your fragrance today, your scent, for
the first time in years, and I thought of your pale
skin, your breasts, lips, the yielding of your body.

I always assumed it was lotion you wore, as if the fragrance
and the enchantment were unintentional, not a purposefully
and seductively placed essence, but just your scent,
carried so appropriately upon the spring breeze.

Why don’t I smell it more often? I wish I could. I don’t
even know where it came from this time - some woman
on the street, or wafting hauntingly from a vendor’s
cache of perfumes, or through the doorway of Macy’s?

The memories struck me like a dull arrow straight
into the heart - I turned but you weren’t there, nor did
your scent last for more than a few precious seconds.
It was there and then it was gone, just like you.

I’ve obviously never gotten over you - you continue
to linger in that special niche in my memories, waiting
for the chance to leap sweetly back into my conscious.
--

4 comments:

Bill said...

Is Mary Jane blushing?

T.Migratorius said...

This is lovely. Maybe she was thinking of you in that moment.... Some say all things happen simultaneously.

R.K.SINGH said...

Hearing
her silence:
cold of the bed

--R.K.SINGH

Warren said...

Hi Bill - I don't even know if she's living in this area - been years. Thanks.

Hi Robin - Thank you for your comments and your time in responding!

Thanks Ram for your haiku and your responding!

Warren