She opens up the very last tiny vial
Breathes in the intoxicating scent
That took her back in time
Broke her heart just a little
Made her wonder
And remember
Once upon a time
She stood up on her tippy toes
To reach as high as she could
Held on and let go
All at once
This morning she decided she wouldn’t wait
Any longer
Expect anyone else to know
Her beloved favorites
Scents and words
She had always worn
That she longed to have more
A woman once grabbed her
Pressed her lips
Against her hand
Breathed in and said,
“You smell like a head shop, a little booze and musk… It suits you well”
“It’s mysterious and inviting”
She could only laugh
At the idea
That she was mysterious and inviting
Weren’t those two things a contradiction
At the very least
But secretly she knew
She was someone’s idea of bliss
She was a little too intense
A bit too sensual
Scared a few just a little
Made others long for more
She read lips and minds
Understood the language of the eyes
She laid the stones
Spoke the words
Filled the air with clarity
And sometimes it was a bit too much
A little snake oil, blood kisses, mixed with bliss and twenty one vices
She couldn’t resist any longer
The very last vial had shown her
If she wanted something, she must be the one
Instead of waiting for someone else
She knew herself best
What she wanted to be
Mysterious and inviting
👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
6 17 a.m. 12.23.19
(For the giver of Bliss .. Words become art)
Jeanna' Soul 