new spice

Her smell,
her
scent,
was like a new
spice
I hadn't,
until that moment
we were
close,
ever
encountered.

She made me
at
home,
nervous, exposed
my fraudulence.
These things
were always without
a
touch, or a
taste.

And I hated loving
her wisdom
which
made beautiful
sense,
but
her words
I
sometimes
forgot to hear.

I feel
more
than I know.

And in self-preservation,
my fraudulence
returned.