Saturday, August 08, 2015
Heightened Experience
Long before her death it was lilacs. Suffocating!
She used the mildest form, a light, scented water.
But, again, somehow, her body intensified whatever
she employed.
Cinnamon had worked best for him early on.
She smelled like a bakeshop.
Now that she was gone, one would expect
the odor to trail off in the split level. But, no go.
He eventually sold the house to the new
dentist and his young wife. She loved lilacs.
Danced room to room in a kind of ecstasy.
He began courting Mollie Maguire, her actual
name. A natural fragrance, pretty neutral, and
that, mild.
They married quietly. In their fresh condo. Some
few relatives and friends.
His sister, Gwennie, played The Second Time Around
on her ukulele.
Quite the artist on that little thing!
Labels: fragrance, odor, perfume, smell, ukulele
