Is it the spring air teasing my nose?
Could it be tulips growing in rows
of reds and yellows pleasing the eye
or mother nature awaking in spry?
Would a fragile maple tree’s bud
carry such incense for my eyes to shut
or does the delicate leaf of a pansy
distribute aroma like a feathery tansy.
A breeze – so weightless and tender
to it’s stubble flavor I just surrender
inhaling deeply this sweet bouquet
to which’s seduction I’ve fallen prey.
Blinded by these zephyr charms
I let you take me into your arms
and as you conquer me with temptation
I smell the pure scent of my adoration.