The Volatile Geometry of Perfume

Not lines drawn out, nor angles screaming high
upon the quiet maps of slumbering air,
but a delicate design that knows no border,
an architecture boundless and light.
From amber deep to jasmine, each carved essence
shapes the void, and fills up the breath,
an unseen tide, forever undefeated,
which whispers softly, though it’s a clear sigh.

Its curves hold no weight, its planes cast no shade,
the ephemeral drifts, a passing trace
that stretches out and melts ’tween now and days to come,
an aromatic equation that time cannot numb.
It is the quiet pore that welcomes the art
of scented shadow, a rare secret code,
which dances on the breeze, belonging to all space,
a scattered theorem, an enigma without place.