Her Perfume

Her Perfume

A Poem by Cyprian Van Dyke

The skyline glows, like low stars.

And,
Streams of cars, shine like rivers.
In the wind, there’s a scent,
Of perfume… of a concept.
On the streets, a man’s feet steps.
His lungs are filled, with her scent.
But,
In his mind, she’s a living painting,
An advertisement,
An unknown, modeling ‘her’ fragrance.
Into a store, his footsteps.
The a/c’s perfume takes his breath.
He walks the aisles, like the streets.
Stumbling at women,
While,
Smelling, their vicinity.
Out the door, her footsteps,
Onto the streets of NewYork.
She has brown eyes and blonde hair,
And a naked finger to go with,
The theme of the perfume, she wears.
In the wind, she leaves its scent,
Her perfume … and its concept.
May 23.2017


© 2017 Cyprian Van Dyke



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