Tell me everything...
but .....
nothing at all.

Paint me your desires
but ....
In such abstract words that,
A hundred meaning would be given,
and...
as many understood.
But only one will I believe...
Only one will I know as true.
Only one will I remember always.
Because....
its essence lingered
and
....... its scent betrayed you.


Emma

This is a poem I wrote years ago ... sorry I feel guilty about not posting more but I have been out of sorts with some major environmental changes ;)