August 18, 2022
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It begins with scent; cedarwood, berry and musk,
the kind that reminds one
of the woods, where the path is navigated
not by sight but
by faith and memory— and then with touch,
the silken fibres of being set on fire,
willingly, lavender sheets awaiting instruction,
as though reading in-between the lines,
it’s a pull deeper than tides.

The soft, supple skin of the wrist is witness;
as cornucopia of emotions follow,
the lips, uncertain at first,
as though looking towards the last rays of dusk
for approval,
gather momentum and kiss—
the law of attraction is simple; as a rose is,
it has both fragrance and thorn,
both, roots in the earth and foliage that stretches
to the sky,
but moreover, it requires comprehension,
think of it as art, eager to bloom,
think of it as the moon amidst black clouds,
and then you will know.

And then, with taste— amber sweetness of honey
and humble gaiety of peach,
it’s nothing short of a love letter to the tongue,
the one that comforts in moments
reflective,
an unsung ode to the body and soul,
the law of attraction is delectable, is dark,
is dangerous and deep,
for one forgets everything that has been learned;
I salivate, knowing it’s true.

And lastly; it whips with eyelashes, softly at first
and then deliberately
as though begging for admittance—
listen carefully, those earthy hues are everything,
they tell of disposition,
not in the way those cheesy romance novels do,
but in a way
that one can feel the summer rain,
the warmth of everlasting hearth and hot cocoa,
the law of attraction is self-evident—
how we interpret it, sets the tone in the end.
Are you up for it?

 

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Macro of a pink tulip at the Memphis Botanic Garden, Unsplash.

Posted for Open Link LIVE #322- August Edition @dVerse Poets Pub