She's like a particularly potent masala, truly exotic, and intoxicating. She defies being just sweetly aromatic, or a simple heady pungence. She is a complex flavor profile with spicy notes lurking just beneath. She is a dish. She is a meal. She is all that is left of an enchanted evening.
Ochre Idyls
Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions