Scent

  The sky is sun baked and hued golden, streamers dart from behind cotton clouds. And now on the ground are two strong magnets *pulse* an attraction to metal but push away when they get too close. And again there is red flame there what does it mean? It’s a secret, a secret scent, voodoo, and cinnamon. You indeed are cardamom, my favorite flavor stirred into my tea, bittersweet. What shall it be? It shall be, please. At night I have a lack of dreams, only sights and smells. Everything else eludes me; escapes to another place. Honeysuckle, baby powder, no. East. Great mystery, the greater mystery, the den of the ladies: gold, discreet new language: code, informed. New places to be, glance around, glance around, smell it, the scents, the artificial scents. Deepen me; stretched, dainty.