For My Perfume Bottle Poem by Amy Marie

For My Perfume Bottle

Rating: 3.5


To adore your translucent and
Almost rectangular lid
Is to profess love
For Femininity herself.

Your clear yellow contents
Are almost a bubble bath
On my lined wrist.
The air bubble

Within you wobbles -
Then stays still -
Then wobbles once more.
Your violet lid tries to

Hide your one spying eye.
It looks not at me -
Or at my flower blanket -
But at Femininity.

She smiles back.
I try to do the same.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Hey really nice you wrote about something new love it and you have wild imagination: D

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I really like it, but, I'm not sure what the perfume bottle is a metaphor for. I'd love to know.

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