DeIlene

As every song collides, merges, and steps beyond boundaries of pre-existence and time...

05/24/13

 

The Fates are taunting me.

Something in my workstation

Smells of sweet cinnamon.

It isn't constant.

It is only at times,

Like a tap on the shoulder.

I remember last I saw you

You were taking cinnamon.

See?  I do remember.

And all I can think

Is

How I should have

Tasted you.

Reviews

[cilla]

What sweet and sinful thoughts keep a smile on our lips ... cinnamon ... what a perfect little daydream!

And you, dear, look fantastic and happy! Wichita must be one magical place!

Love to you, Sweetie ... Hope all is well!