Mon Cocon a’ La Cannelle [My Cinnamon Cocoon]

1.

Gifted as my saving grace

Treated now with love and care, my very own safe space

From sleeping homeless on borrowed sofas

I’ve learnt to appreciate the silence and solitude of my own mochas

Sweetly scented smells followed by tiny chiming bells

Cinnamon spiced Banana Cake and frothing foaming hot Cocoa

Says this is my home to guests, feel welcome and respected

Never rejected or suspected of anything.

2.

Away working hard, making tasty flavoursome dishes

Living the life of a food Nomad was always one of my many wishes

Every waking thought and new cookery book bought

Served as golden breadcrumbs

Drenched in red rum to highlight my path home

I’ve seen the wonders of magnificent Spain

Dancing the morning a way in a Castle atop a mountain plateau

My senses I regain when I get off the chartered plane

Guided by the scents and smells of my cinnamon cocoon.

3.

From my bedroom view, looking out onto the Sea

Memories flow of You and seduces Me

Captivating and Raw, the way smoky dry ice thaws

The Savagery and intensity with which we make our own Laws

Communicated in sensual moans and very soft touches

We offer seductive captions while lost in our passions

Our bodies the canvas, our breaths the brushes

Countless journeys taken from Earth to the Moon

Guided by the scents and smells of my cinnamon cocoon.

4.

Comfort in my jaunts & walks through my magical little kingdom

My treasure island of floral jewels

Dazzle and shine as I freeze them in time

Momentary precision grants glorious vision to capture a colour

A scene or an illuminated flower

As by the sunlit Sea I shower

My locks dark and rich with salty water

Inspiration flows so effortlessly hear

My oasis, my nirvana, wrapped in Scottish trees & trauma

5.

Each time I leave; I come hurrying home to you

Beautiful slice of Scottish spice

That looks at the Sea from my bedroom view

My moments of sadness, and periods of madness

Are quelled by the promise that I have You to steady Me

I drop my bags and enter my kitchen

Diligently spicing and slicing my Jamaican seasoned chicken

Marinating it for a few hours as I mix eggs, flour, butter, bananas and sugar

Adding cinnamon, baking powder, juicy raisins, mixed spice and

Lemons bring the bake to a mesmerising level.

6.

I gave up everything, left it all behind

To preserve the last pieces of my peace of mind

With each change and challenge, I have never faltered

I press on and on knowing my life has been truly altered

There’s that enticing and inviting smell again

Lovingly lingering through my halls and caressing my walls

Guided by the scents and smells of my cinnamon cocoon.

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