I wondered lonely in my bed
What odour held domain,
Brought my wrist up to my nose....
....Parfum de Guerlain.
I asked l'expert in the store,
'What's the dominant smell? '
'Gardenia's what they use to make
Jardins de Bagatelle.'
O God of Essence, Reason too,
Dieu Substance Gluant
Feuer mein Mut
Adhere me to
Wherever you are put.
I smell a fruity top note of a delicate language blend to which the flatulence effuse bed could bare reprove, until an open window, even in a dead of winter biting westerly was unwise, but in desperation behoove'. Oh the garden mid notes or gardenias bold and smooth bravely failed amid the in corner socks and shoes. At last low notes from glen did twenty face to face with odours plenty were pitiful and spenty. When in she breezed in grace cartel, confidence where few dare dwell and vanquished all with No.5 Chanel. It was subtle and it was swift and beyond reproach that conquering whiff in command and vital, surrender now, her offer final.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good mixing of languages, and the senses. M.Walker.