Love Poem: Scented Leaves
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Written by: Midnight Aurora

Scented Leaves

INSPIRED BY “SCENTED LEAVES” CONTEST SPONSPORED BY KIM RODRIGUES Aromatic avenues with the scent of your perfume Lingering on each leaf you grace with your presence Those delicate feet treading the petalled pathways of his heart Enticing a new spring in the Autumn of his life Autumn A cold bleak reminder of the rains that are still yet to fall And yet, he sees the smile that your soul wears just for him And the seeds are sown in the depths of his heart A heart that he thought no longer beat A heart that he no longer wanted to beat Because a beating heart can bleed Faster Harder Making him weak He is a man He cannot afford to be weak He must be strong He must prepare for torrential downpours He must retain his shelter His armour He must not wear a smile for you “He will not!” he tells himself. Yet somehow those scented leaves make him forget himself And it’s Spring again And he dons a secret smile You intoxicate his senses and he wants to indulge in you more He needs you. Craves you. He loves it He hates it He no longer knows what to feel Trapped His tortured pragmatic mind Wrestling with a drunken heart Wanting to be loved Afraid of what will become of him If love walks away So, he aspires to become love That way he gets to be the one to walk away He will love you a little And discard of you a lot He will maintain control Control of himself Control of his fears At least That is what he thinks YOU With the look of adventure in your crystal blue eyes And your aromatic fragrance of freedom Wafting, as you inhabit all who inhale your inner beauty It’s a scent that lingers You are that scent The smell of what could have been He will forever wear it Carry it in his heart Or his mind – Whichever wins at the end of each dreary day Now Autumn is not just a reminder of death Of life It is a reminder of death Of love Still those aromatic avenues are filled with the scent of your perfume Lingering on each leaf you once graced with your presence Those indelicate feet trampling the putrid pathways of his hardened heart Enticing a new harsher winter in the awful Autumn of his lonely life Midnight Aurora November 12th 2019