Vanilla
A ‘sensational’ poem inspired by the five senses
By B.Me Published 3 years ago • Updated 5 months ago • 1 min read
Vanilla was my favourite.
You knew that.
Oh you knew.
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You tasted it upon my lips.
You licked it off my nose.
You smelt it.
In our home.
In our cars.
On our clothes.
You watched me as I measured it.
A teaspoon.
Maybe it two?
You felt the drifting perfume mist.
I dressed right next to you.
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I heard you.
“You’re vanilla!”
Ouch.
It echos even still.
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Vanilla was my favourite.
You knew that.
Oh you knew.
About the Creator
B.Me
An authentic and intimate offering of lived experience and creativity. My only goal is to claim space as I am and practice this modality that provides me with the unique opportunity to reflect and express myself. Feedback is welcomed! B x
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