[Van Gogh image courtesy dVerse poetry pub]
Aroma of a sautee lingers
On night breezes;
Layers of romance lighted
By moon not at all shy.
Peeled away like an onion,
Desire waned, to succumb
To heart's solution;
Of not what is, but ought to be.
Storing your embrace to memories,
I turn from onion
To matryoshka dolls,
Treasuring every sequence.
© gillena cox 2023
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