Vintage Souls

We stand, sit and speak,
yet we walk through life
unnoticed and unscented.

When flesh and bone go,
stripped naked and bare,
you see our vintage souls.

We smell like Patchouli,
lavender, old spice, rum
and the soft sea breeze.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s