Vanilla

You smell of vanilla if I recall.

An elegant, sweet fragrance, basked in ease.

But nothing about you is that simple;

You’re explosive as cinnamon,

As strong as the coffee brewing on the counter behind me,

With a hint of citrus, your added mystery.

   

Then why, dear, do you mask yourself in vanilla?

It makes you easy to fall into,

It makes you attractive

So that you can lure your prey in

And feast on their incomplete hearts.

You checked your baggage at the door...

For now, until you get your heart broken.

   

I was wandering down the road the other night,

The one with the ocean calmly creeping up

On my right side, and the little seaside stores on my left,

And for a moment I wished you were holding my hand.

I smelt vanilla and thought of you,

And when it went away, I was left with the bitter aroma

Of burnt toast.

Reviews

[Rassoul]

Such a nice piece of writing, E.

Waiting for more.