SWEET SURRENDER

A juicy plum plays in the long shadows. Watching it, a thick smoke fills your chest. You quickly sense that this is where the end begins.

Sentiments are soft like velvet, but feel sharper to the touch than a thorny rose. They catch you and spin you round and round, until you lose track of everything. Everything fades in darkness. Except for the craving.
It is grand, sweet, gracious. It only ever expands and deepens. It sings a soft lullaby, as though you were in a white cradle. It caresses and warms you, softly murmuring, “I will be here now and forever.”

“…a scent which darkens the mind.”