HIGH ON YOUR PERFUME

Call me obsessed, colour me consumed
I’ve always been the type to notice
The smell of a rose in bloom,
But let me confess, this is new
You’ve stopped my heart, let it resume
And I, to finish, must tell it true
I’m high on your perfume.

Like a mouse tempted to cheese
An elixir of life that must be tasted
I toss away all fear and unease
And oh, the risk that the trap will spring,
I breathe it in deeply like an autumn breeze;
You locked my attention on yourself,
Took it all; and threw away the keys.

Breathe in, in, in, can’t get enough;
Excuse me if I linger a second longer...
Eyes gloss over with a whiff of lust,
You bite your lip, I can't resist;
We close our eyes, we do, we must;
Now that I’ve tasted who you are
I’m addicted, I can’t get enough.

Bending the Universe
—Justin Wetch