Queen of The Night

The overwhelming sillage
is a reminder
of your presence
like the queen of the night
in the garden
keep blooming
in my dreams

I bury my nose
in the musky pillow
the base note
of your perfume
Memory is such a
torturous ghost

I can’t wait for
the light to wilt
all these illusions
into scentless buds

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Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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