Sweet-Scented Parallelogram

 
From the currents floating air
so softly ardor for your hair
as widows of nature sigh
sweet-scented parallelogram  
of words in a cold November
roses of trellis and nightingales  
for no other tides to share  
the falling mist of dawn's kiss
in a fluted sensual equinox  
sweet-scented parallelogram  
from the currents floating air