Rhizomes from a Tuscan iris
cured five years, jasmine,
orange blossom, tuberose,
(bergamot to lighten the head),
perfect blend for a lover
of gardens and soft intensity,
petals' sticky uncurling
in sunshine's glaze.
It hides all things rank:
the stench of open sewers
beyond the walls, the unwashed
body—burn what remains (woody essence
of sandalwood and cedar),
set it as a flame in the laden air.
Wear it, if you can bear to break
the seal (base notes
of Tonkin musk, gray amber),
see how passing lips
will tremble to brush your neck,
see what desires
to be swallowed by sweet things,
see if it tempts the blade.