Elegant was he when he donned a French perfume
Whose scent is akin to Ambroxan, which wafts from afar
A hint of incense evocative of Üsküdar’s essence
An ancient Turkish city’s mild breeze within.
His fragrance carries the richness of saffron
Delicately plucked by celestial fingers
A lingering musk in his stride.
Even after his departure, the aroma holds the sky captive
A mix of sweet and dark clouds
Imprinted on my memories
Oh, the radiant smile
That heralded his presence
Still aglow, days later!
I mused if all men wore such scents
Would women need standards to discern?
Joshua Omeke is a writer skilled in creating compelling narratives. He aims to expand the boundaries of African creativity in his work and founded Alkebulan Art, an organisation that aims to promote black cultures. He enjoys exploring a wide range of topics and is a member of the British Art Network.