Cinnamon, Felicity

Cinnamon

I thought about
its aroma
the whole day.

If only my poetry
could weave
a delicate wool
into something fine
seasoned with this spice,
I would have worn
a Cashmere sweater
that smells and tastes
like Cinnamon by now.

Felicity

I've seen
your tranquil smile
paint it lately.

If only my poetry
could calm
the ethereal rhapsody
inside your heart,
I would find
the Felicity
that hides beneath
your painted smile.

It will always be
your melliflous laughter
that will smell
like Cinnamon
and will grant me
Felicity.