Leonard Dabydeen

No moment lasts longer
in our courtship
than the whiff of sweet-scented air
that drunk our nostrils
from the perfume that exudes
from the silken touch
of our intoxicated bodies
sweat in sweet gyration
saturate the soul
let the mind dance
in the ambiance of fragrant
eau de toilette by Alfred Sung
or the Obsession concoction
enthused by Calvin Klein
deep in our hearts
drum-beat like a voodoo witchcraft
pulsate in the rich aroma
of the wind that cannot read
our feet moving in perfumed nostalgia
our hands probe in refreshing sweetness
our minds responding in nostalgic delight
Avon-scented oils drench our body parts
ghosting our presence from night and day
sometimes the air smells like lavender
Ralph Lauren musk and Old Spice aphrodisiacs
you become Lolita
I am Stetson
we are a blend of Tabu
or a mixture of Armani and Givenchy
in different worlds a whiff of air
holding us in a hologram
made of perfume
sweet-scented perfume.