Sweet Smells

Sweet smells. Skin sends off the scent of vanilla. Smooth surfaces- arms and neck- that seem to say there’s something special waiting for the two of us.

Prayers pacify the peacefully faithful. Could it possibly be I’m the one of which you speak. Promoting this passage of rites. You spread the peach colored linens, take another scoop of marmalade. You pinch your cheeks to make them pink and pleasing for this boy you’ve never met. Hoping you’ll pass the test.

Daydream. Reality confides in the sentimental heart that the filmmakers promise is not to be kept. The limbs struggle with the new structure. The years of work that are contained in a minute of ecstasy.

I want to ask you. What is the thing that contains your very breath. What is the one moment for which you have worked. And if I was looking, where would I find your sweat and your spirit. In which sacred well have you peered at your future. Glanced at your dreams. For if you’re to wake one morning, in a sunlight that is now very far away, and find me beside you. Sleeping while you contemplate the existence that you’ve yet to make. Who’s to say you won’t view me as another witness to your passivity. Falling into this love. Involuntarily. Because I’m here. Because I’m willing.

I want you to want me. And I only know it’s possible because I know that I want you.

Daydream. Fantasy overwhelms the logic of the mind and tells me that you will change. As the call goes unanswered for too many days, even the hope must fade; give way to a thicker substance. The heart breaks. The glass shatters. The fairy tale ends incorrectly; like your novels. And I’m alone.

Prayers of the simplest soul. That’s you. Where you stand. Feet together while determined tears stain the pages you thought you’d lost forever. There are no questions because you do not know how to ask. They misunderstand this as a stronger faith when in truth it only testifies to a weaker mind. You turn your head at the passing moments and fail the test.

Sweet smells. Cinnamon and cloves. Time keeps passing and so this separation must come to be. I do not distrust the substance that lies beneath. The stars are out and I can see them through the city lights. They seem to say there’s something special waiting for the two of us.