Fragrance

Sometimes I smell things Things that take me back. And remind me of a certain place, a certain time Smells are important to me The smell from my dad coming home from work. The smell of fried rice on mornings of my birthday. The sweet vanilla smell from my mom every time she’s close. The sterile smell of buildings where we escape to. The smell of puff puff bought with illegal church offering. The smell of dried cane when the punishment comes. More than anything, I like the fragrance of souls. The aroma of you. I want you. I want the scent of your soul Oakwood wisps with husky undertones To mix with mine. Lavender sighs and rose whispers. And become mine.