Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Vanilla scent

Walking in a decade of winter
I smelled the scent
Of an orchid, that produced
Vanilla fruit
A perfume
I was moved to tears
For it woke my senses
As never before
I walked further and saw tracks
Of a fox, on a desert floor
I followed until it changed shape
Took upon itself
Another form
I was confused
Filled with a rush
Of sensual overload
And saw before me
A being
So unique
I cannot describe
But I tried to speak
But she said hush
My love
And laid before me
So beautiful
Full of grace
And glory