The Aroma

Your eyes schmooze 

With me 

Though you lips 

Deny my proffer 

Of love.

Your eyes schmooze 

With me 

Though my billets doux 

Never get answers 

From you.

Awaiting 

The recalcitrant words 

Of yours 

To change the religion 

To become 

Exuders of love, 

I muse on your gait; 

Sanguine I become 

That one day 

You will do justice 

To your feelings 

And 

Mingle in my arms 

To replenish my breath 

With the aroma 

Of your love.