crimson

vanilla warm tones spiced
bergamot,  Cartier lingers
endless as a kiss , much
excuisite as Channel base
which by abundance
becomes run of the mill
it loses it's Allure such..
as forget me not..still
Fragile, is most hardy
wafting in innocence
across midnight air
I am evening in Paris
the spirit of eau de Cologne
a lavender  bouquet
 stays pleasingly as a mist
enveloped in aroma,
sweet honesty persists...
but I am haunted by some
pungent obnoxious taint
 intoxicates me into stupor
 ..... I hate
the  odour of Geranium