Flavors

He smells like Bergamot and honey,

especially on his neck

where my lips last lingered.

When I found him,

he smelled like roses and linden

with hints of smoke and haze.

The scent permeated throughout

with the resonance of salt on his sleeves.

I thought I saw wildflowers and sage

from the corner of my eye,

but I can’t be sure.

It’s taking everything I got not to look.

It’s definitely gonna take all the Bergamot I can imbibe.

Hmm, it’s beginning to look like the next

will smell like rye and ice.

He loved my intellectual curiosity.

He always laughed last with any crowd,

making sure it was okay.

Scents, like people, lingered around him.

He hugged people tightest,

held them closest,

and sat with people who were tired of running.

He gave people time

at times.

When his look became far away,

I suppose he reminisced

about mango and nectar.

Coffee and cream swirl around the café

while I now sit in a leather padded chair

looking out the window

I dream of that which pairs well

with Bergamot and honey

and which brings sweet, subtle hints

of cinnamon to my table.