Fragrances

written on 30th October, 2017

I’m a maple fragrance in an apple cut vicinity.

Not too worried about or fascinated by any kind of intertwining, oddly.
With the radiance that comes with being toasted in the Sun;

Wondering if anyone else would rather speak of tinted complexion and harp players.

With their eyes closed in the breeze of a little space in the middle of nowhere.
Basking in freedom that we kept captive somewhere in the back of our minds amongst all the rubble.

Breathe in the apple berry, cherry, strawberry, lemongrass, sandalwood, musty musk; drawing senses into a safe haven where anything could feel as good as it could feel bad.

And in all aroma brushes the satin of a dress that glides against skin as gentle as the wind that carries our whispers;

Making me realise that being able to keep secrets is an only an illusion and you’ll realise that the more you pour out little fragments of the infinity of you, the more fragrances we feel like we belong to.

~30/10/17