no perfume
(I've been writing a poem-a-day for three years today!)
no perfume
can’t bear it
hanging in air
clinging to clothes
patchouli the worst
unctuous, unpleasant
there is one perfume
unscented, vital
quaff its bouquet
drench yourself
soak, bathe, wallow
never be without
truth’s fragrance
Happy anniversary! That's quite a milestone. And exactly. I feel the same way about patchouli and just about every other fragrance, except truth's fragrance. xo
Congratulations on your 3 years!