Her Natural Scent

The smell of her skin exposed beneath layers
of vanilla-sprinkled floral fragrances was nature:
the smell of sapling trees after a humble shower,
grass freshly-snipped, still surrounded by the trimmings.
Nature’s nubile nymph given flesh, scent, stench
obscene to a nose groomed by doves and Ireland,
Klein and Armani, chocolate scents from artificial ingredients.
The fig leaves fell from the truth that stole her beauty-
her mouth, her breasts, her candy-coated scent-
and cursed her forever a primate, a beast, an ape beneath.
In a world uncorrupted by a new brand of Eve named Britney,
she might be named Beauty rather than just another monkey.

3 Comments

  1. gmacfalda said,

    January 14, 2009 at 10:03 pm

    Love the imagery here. Reminds me of some of Pablo Neruda’s stuff. I’m subscribing.

    http://www.vagabondking.wordpress.com

  2. nochipa said,

    January 16, 2009 at 6:26 pm

    Wow, first time I’ve visited here I think. I followed your link here to read. I’m glad I did. This is amazing poetry.

  3. merciel said,

    January 16, 2009 at 10:58 pm

    Thank you for your kind comments! It really compels me not to be so lazy and to actually update this regularly! THank you for the much needed motivation!


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