it’s hard to distinguish between flowers and things that smell nice
yet here I am
floating through the room with you
in a perfumed bubble
not quite knowing for sure which you are
muscles pulse in chests
and I forget who I am, just for a moment
to let you define me,
to absorb the air around me until I too smell of roses and daisies
then forget to worry if it’s really them, or just toxic liquid
high risk, high reward
I enjoy it too much to let it go
maybe I will faint or choke on the poisoned air
perhaps I will lie in the garden
but now, I will breathe it in regardless
my favorite perfume is dolce and gabbana light blue
I feel this. If they “smell” good, we don’t care if it’s bad for us. It’s second nature to continue to breathe it in.