Verbena

Green-woody chips. Sated, not yet satisfied. Greedily craving for moooore. Gnawed the tree to the bone. Sickly sweet syrup spoiling the fur.

Violet green drowning in cucumber mush. Toothless, however, primetime-nice. Some smoothie-sweet wishy-washy. Petrichor mostly absent. Alas!

Soap dishes, old photos, pollen-dusty velvet curtains. The ticking of the grandfather clock echoing through dimly lit hallways. Melancholy.

Cardamom and caramel purring in cuddly mood. Warm, dark-sweet, smoky. Kitchen. Stove. Coziness. Winter simmering in syrup. Totally relaxed.

The fire of foreign zones. Oriental jewels scattered on brocade. Dark spicy sweetness pleasantly rich. A hot glow that nearly burns forever.