Basenotes

When I bought you the perfume that best described you, you were flattered. Power word to you, not an epithet of shame. I too fell for the gander. Self-belief – so attractive in one gender. I forgot you were no longer sixteen.

Incisive topnotes of tangerine reeled me in then left me stranded in male territory. No heartnote, mere cynical mime of floral romance. I knew it was fraudulent but I soared one brief inkling on spiderly thread and landed with the bitterness of ambrette seeds. Too late to flourish in this sandalwood ground.

The perfume I bought
to celebrate beginnings
soon foresaw our end.

 

4 thoughts on “Basenotes”

  1. I liked this. How about “arachnophobic” for “spiderly?” I noticed a slight alliteration of s’s, making a sibilance like a snake. Intended? It works. Have a nice week.

  2. I really do like the way you use different scents to tell your story, Marina Sofia. And the title just adds to that! Well done

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