Pages of scent

When I’m in my thoughts,

it feels like reading,

each page a thoughtful paragraph,

leading me ever deeper

into congregated musings.

My thoughts are often like scents

Lemon, sharp but pleasant,

waking me up and bringing my senses

cleaner images.

Chai, sentimental and comforting,

touchstones to things that matter.

Tar, unpleasant and frustrating,

sticky and unresolved patterns I am still

wading through, slowly, slowly.

Grass, not- unpleasant but fraught with

sneezing. Start-stop, start again.

Peppermint, intriguing and seductive,

beckoning me closer, closer, closer,

with promises of a sweet understanding.

And then there is Cinnamon,

Ah! Yes. That is him.

A scent to never tire,

a pinch or two of sweetness,

cuddled by warmth and depth.

Sweetness that gives way

to layers

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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