Lilac and citrus

brush me in your silvery winds and sweet caress. Dance the scent through my nose and into my heart as I stare at your beauty from afar… pondering and hiding until you make that first move. My lilac and gooseberry, the one who I adore, my Yen, my raven and my amity. The calamity you have created in my soul is beyond the grasp of understanding and yet I see everything clearly for the first time in my life. Citrus sweet, you reminded me and now I am lost in the reminiscent flowering of a cologne that won’t wash away. I am bound. Shackled but not forcibly to the longing that comes by something as simple as scent and musk…. How you astound me and entrap me in this lovely hue. Come bring me home with you and don’t let me go again. Like we said… as I trusted… my lilac love… I’ll compliment with my citrus trust.