Garden of Being

The essence
of your perfume
the fragrance
I consume
in the garden
of being.
its redolence
so fine
a bouquet
of wine
that stimulates
my senses.
The odors
of ignorance exude
a temptation
I must elude
in the garden
of being.
its aroma
so sweet
I succumb
to sleep with
a dullness
of my senses.

1989 Jim Cain

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