It is your Scent

I have never tried
this perfume before,
its scent that lingers lightly
on my clothes
and even in my long dark hair.

You say that it suits me
because it reminds you
of that meadow
of dancing wildflowers,
exotic and sweet.

Yet I can never
get used to the confusion
of honeyed tastes so cloying
that i feel tempted
to sneeze in exasperation.

It is too varied,
unknown, unaccustomed,
that i am afraid of
its scent so unfamiliar
yet so endearing to you.

I try to like it
yet do not know why
it appeals more to you;
I feel that difference achingly,
reminded that you are unknown after all.

4 June 2006

Holidays slipping by again... haiz..

Yet something occurred to me today, that love does bring people totally unknown at birth, well, lets just say perhaps since young then, to be more realistic, together. For me, i believe it's a frightening experience, for you do not know that person very well.

Then again, how well do you know your family, even, well, your siblings? Not very much in my case, where we don't often talk about our feelings. Yet to be deprived of that regular contact, or situation in which to understand that person better is frightening- at least you can reasonably predict your siblings reactions towards certain issues, in the emotive sense, as well as in their basic natures i suppose.

But here i am, generalizing again. I do suppose that i am referring to new-found love and not relationships that have lasted for many years. I suppose with independence of the sexes, we are afforded more time and leisure to know your partner before you marry. However, the notion of going into a new relationship and finding out something truly horrible has always lingered in my mind. I suppose no one wants to know a truly bad person, and thus the danger of love comes in.

It leaves you open to the attacks of totally unknown, and possibly dangerous characters whom you have but a cursory knowledge of. I suppose it is very timid of me to be jumping at shadows, wondering or anticipating that possible hurt before it has happened, but i do believe that it is a reasonable fear, for no one likes to be hurt, do they?

Ok, found that i've crapped quite alot on a random idea. Why do i have the leisure? I must be insane, with art on tues.Save me from total ruin man...