Sachet in Secret Places
Sniff deep of me,
for I am the white
five point cluster
whose fragrance wafts
on a soft southern
breeze.
Remnant
of lazy afternoons
I border verandas,
engulf
sips of iced tea
or mint juleps.
This evening
it is the sun
who is ephemeral
and dips
behind mauve
and coral clouds;
my bouquet lingers,
covertly smiles
and drifts citrus scent;
unseen, my aroma will sachet
itself through your window
tonight,
inundate senses,
perfume erogenous places
where once pale laced
hankies secretly slept
or a sensuous hand
slyly crept.
I am Magnolia.
