Write a poem or prose piece regarding the subject of scent.
I’d see her on the train,
As she passes she lingers in my nose.
Some days an overwhelming aroma
As if she’s accidentally tipped the perfume over herself.
I feel my senses being attacked,
Overpowering and unsavoury.
It was the vanilla I most dislike
It assaults me,
I want to shake her out of my nose.
I turn away and breathe deeply
Exorcising her from me.
Some days she has it right
The fragrance of a garden
My senses are lured by her
Enjoying the sensuousness of the game.
I am with her now
Wanting and needing her closeness
Breathing in all that I imagine she is.
The train stops, she alights,
All trace of her vanishes
I am left with the mundane
The odours of featureless workers
So I drift back into my fantasy.