The Scent Of Oils

The scent of oils filled the air,

By its end they could not send.

Whispering a sweet tune,

To all who care to listen,

But only one came,

Fabricated buttons of pure silk worn,

And tongues of purple delight,

He came,

Savory, like an Italian dish meant to please,

He was risen tonight,

Like a bird at day's call.

The scent of oils filled the air,

By its end they could not send.