Of musk and wood and hope you smelledThe whiff of you took my breath away.
You stood there without a care,
And didn’t give me a second glance.
Adonis unaware of his Aphrodite.
Dreams became you and the unkind years did nothing to drown my yearning,
Sometimes, when serenity takes over and I look at the orange blob setting,
and hear the trees rustling,
I get a whiff of you, of musk and hope.
And Aphrodite waits for her Adonis to come back to life.