"Fragrance"

Her physical fragrance is a work of fine art. 
It is zooming in on the flowers of her scent. 
It is the ethos of pruning his nostrils to a particular code 
that he takes privilege in deciphering.
It's nostalgia for a fume that scripts her alluring shapes and prints 
a masterpiece drawn from his palette. 
This scent embodies years of her drops forming puddles, 
years of her legs gaining muscles, years of her thick leaves 
protecting the walls of her angelic garden. 
Now numbers later, she ferments an aura that he can't resist. 
His nostrils no longer whiffs it but consumes it into his inner-self. 
He knows what makes her luscious and love that for once 
he can submit to her bouquet of colognes. 
Not Axe or Spice.
Vanilla, berries, sweet chocolate. 
Like a carver, he longs for this fragrance on the desert road and searches for her, 
for it is water to his lips. 
Physical fragrance is the art of paying attention to her detail.
-Arnelle W.