Vampira emerges from her sandalwood coffin
A Black Violet dancing on the grave of love
Her sweet vanilla fingers uncurl…so delicate..so deadly
And her orange blossom ears attune to the music of the night
She moves stealthily like a civet cat ..the huntress
Sniffing for her pretty little musk boy
In the cold indigo air
Pausing she sniffs
Sniff sniff
She’s smelling a perfume
That’s not her own
Sniff sniff
It has white musk, amber and night scented flowers..
there’s been another woman in her lair
waxy jasmine vines cascade down the wall in the Moon Garden
hiding the lipstick stains she already knows remain
O what to do when she finds him…
she will suck out his honeywine blood and carry his corpse into the desert
and bury him in the hard sand
“You won’t be far from me”
She croons
“And we’ll still be friends”
Vampira Stalks
The grave
Of her beloved musk boy
Her Midnight Flower
She loves him so
Her clove spice and amber boy
Dressed in leather
How long has she known him?
Long enough to taste his vetiver soaked sweat
Long enough to rearrange his wormwood coffin
Long enough to enjoy
the skank civet reek of his breath
and the tarragon wafting from his clothes
but how will she find her, the other woman
for fortune must not be kind to her
her eyes must also close and be buried beneath the sand
her nails dripping blood painful and sore
dark stained
gashes in the fabric of her dress
the ferocity of her perfume in full force
the vetiver sandal skunk of her sweat emanating from her pits
and vanilla white musk ooozing from her pores
she leans down and discovers what makes up the bouquet
of the “other woman”
it is her.
Vampira, Moon Garden Perfume by Opus oils
Category/Direction: Floral- Jasmine Oriental
Sillage: Delightfully Full
Longevity: Average to Good
Natural or Blended: Blended
Worth the Risk to Purchase Unsniffed? : Yes
-Monica “Skye” Miller, Natural Perfume/Senior Editor