Mulling spices

Honeyed mellifluous words tinged with paprikadrip from your crushed cinnamon coloured lipsyour vanilla skin with a touch of sea salt and saffronis reminiscent of the theatrics of the Tuscan sunsetlike a swollen river undulating through verdant valesthe need for you flows recklessly through my veinssometimes you are zatar, at others garam masalamaking my staid life … Continue reading Mulling spices