Benevolent

I do not think it is the tenderness

You never had such an aroma
Something sweet to the eye
And a loving kind of sober

A lovely shade of odour
A day that hasn't aged when you get older
Never the tear carrier on your shoulder
It just felt good. It felt neat.
It felt patient. Consistent. Sweet.
Uncomplicated blinded truths.
I titled the scent of your love forbidden fruit.
A cancer's taurus, signs explored us.
And found us distinctly compatible
But we never split it three ways to be unstable
It was mine and boundaries created resistance
Even though you were persistent
We flowed separately from earth to waters
Lakes that hurricanes us as shelters