The Poet and The Perfumer

A garden blooms in chaotic minds.
It flowers for a bouquet that the heart may find. 
A Poet prunes a poem. A Perfumer plucks a signature scent.  

Ink dances with smells and sensations;
The creation commences:
Glees swirls with frustrations.
Rages mixes with lamentations.
Enticing machinations -
Of memories and temptations. 

Lavender twirls with oud:
A potion that soothes, 
The past who made a mind so cruel. 

Rose crushes with clove:
A scent of yesterday’s love; 
My nose, that nestled in a flame’s embrace. 

In the Garden of their consciousness.
Our souls surrender to creation.
Emotions distilled onto paper.
Passions, frustrations, 
Experiences, sensations, 
All in The Poem.
All in The Potion.