Synaesthesia Smells

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Some blossoms have a fragrance so entire

We feel that we can hear them like a psalm,

So utter that they seem a spirit fire

That always, never burns.  As curved as palm

Trees, these perfumes are like a fugue of thrills

That ears take straight to lungs and hearts.  The notes

Of pink and white vanilla smells bring spills

Of beauty in our chests.  This blooming floats

Around near love as musky moths in nights

Of music scores.  Gardenias give the sense

That they are Chopin nocturnes in curved flights.

Their petals give off fragrance sweetly dense.

  Some music blossoms give off sounds as curled

     As Mendelssohn in melodies unfurled.

© Phillip Whidden