Peeling An Onion

There is a truth in you my friend both heady and unique that makes my sense of smell take flight, and drives my curiosity. I carve away voraciously, cut deep and cut again til glossy bulb is ringed layers of dazzling luminosity. Sweet orbed bands, I plate them out, in artful presentation gleaming rings I praise, admire the aim of my pomposity I peel, and peel,and peel again core’s perfect pearl revealed And I in awe, Relish, delight devour you aromally