I like the smell of Myrrh,
The Scent of Hao Fong;
Masculine, and Warm
Like Chinese silk wrapped
Sweetly in brown paper
It is the smell of a man,
A smoky scent; of wood fires,
Dark forests,
And the fragrance that men make
During love.
In my mind's eye,
I wake to see, his soft hair
Lying on my pillow book
A sable cloud of dark fur
I breathe in our scent
From the night before.
And the smell of Myrrh,
On cherry colored silk
Wafts from my bamboo mat,
As Arms entwined
I gaze upon my friend
dont wanna sound corny when i say this but u 4sure have a fan in me.. another great piece from top to bottom... WOW! !
what kind of friend is this? may i be this friend? hehe.... i loved the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such imagery with delicacy to the senses, it truly is 'Of Myrrh, and Memories'.