Saturday, January 08, 2005
beatles music is an aphrodisiac...
Perfume (a draft)
Staring into space,
recognizing brief scented wind,
falling across my face,
alone at night among the channels
and light switches
the scent is lazy perfume
the scent of a woman
getting ready to go out
on Friday night in
the old town,
the scent takes me back in time,
living north of here,
out among the western
green hills reaching for clouds,
snowy passes guarding small towns
in the desert
the scene flashes,
replaced by fuzzy outlined afterimage
darkness, scented wind
blown away,drifting back, coming around again
Staring into space,
recognizing brief scented wind,
falling across my face,
alone at night among the channels
and light switches
the scent is lazy perfume
the scent of a woman
getting ready to go out
on Friday night in
the old town,
the scent takes me back in time,
living north of here,
out among the western
green hills reaching for clouds,
snowy passes guarding small towns
in the desert
the scene flashes,
replaced by fuzzy outlined afterimage
darkness, scented wind
blown away,drifting back, coming around again
