Soft cool petals
slight tickle
on the skin

Fragrance
You can’t escape
(not that you want to)

Senses engulfed
In the bliss
Of a moment

A moment where
You disappear
To a different place

It could be a tropical paradise
A laneway
Your bedroom
On a train
Up against a wall
In front of an audience
In the bush
In a spa…

A moment
Where you are taken
Just where you need to go.

The tools?
Imagination
And, maybe, a few simple props.

Then it’s yours.

Excuse me while I return
To my tropical island
(that’s my place of choice today)
Where I’m being massaged with flower petals
And drinking cocktails…
Surrounded by lush green plants
And fragrant blooms….
Ahhhhhhhhh

Wish I could stick around
To talk about the pheromones
That also assail my senses…
But my place, is calling out to me.
In the sweetest, most seductive voice.

-Judi Reed, 2015