His smile smells of spring
Sweet but cold
The smell of flowers and frost stings my nose
I long for the warmth of summer
But his spring leaves me in winter
His love tastes of lemon
The shock of sour made my mouth water
It waited for a moment on my palette
Leaving its trauma
His embrace looks like my childhood home
Safe but wrong
The smell of spaghetti and a fireplace
Warm in all the right places
If nostalgia had a home
He would be it
Now
my smile is forever changed
A few more rugged lines
The look of age wears thick on my eyes
My love now tastes of cranberry
Bittersweet leaving you begging for more
My embrace looks like my first apartment
Blessed in all the wrong places
If love is a lock
he is the key
©joypond
J