BOTTLED PAST

 

It’s outstanding
what odours
can own,
how biographies
in bottles
can board,
how illusions can lie lay
in liquids,
how subtle scents
can be savoured.

I sprayed you
today
on my hands

-so cold to caress-

from a bottle,
a simple bottle,
in a shop,
a simple shop,
in a city
that never saw us,
in a land
that never heard us,

or knew
what we felt
or how we smelt,

that never caught
our connection
shattering into pieces,

leaving nothing
but a sweet scent
on the sheets
of other beds
in other streets.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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3 thoughts on “BOTTLED PAST

  1. Stefanie Neumann

    Thank you for another beautiful poem, dear Dami!
    I can relate to it very much as my most sensitive sense is probably my olfactory sense.
    Much love and hugs from Germany,
    Steffi

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