Vanilla – by Susan Darlington


There will come a time
when the smell of vanilla
won’t remind you of her skin,
musky in its sleepy warmth
as she shifts in the bed
to rest her head on your chest.

And there will come a time
when you won’t want to be
embraced in her scent,
as you gently lean towards her
so that you can feel the bloom
of her hair on your cheek.

And then there will come a time
when you won’t remember the days
you lay like this forever,
losing yourself in her soft flesh
and begging the blossoms not to fade
once summer comes to an end.



Susan Darlington is a freelance arts journalist and poet. Her debut collection, Under The Devil’s Moon, is available now through Penniless Press Publications.