Sakura. Yuzu. Tomato vine. Sunscreen accord. White musk.
 
Ethereal sakura, fizzy yuzu, tangerine with a whisper of tomato vine and soft orris. Squeeze feels like spilling a glass of citrus spiked iced water on freshly laundered white linen sheets. 
 
there is always fruit
in the hand-turned wooden bowl
on the onyx countertop
in the exhaustingly minimalist kitchen
the kitchen where women
with elegant wrists
drink biodynamic wine
out of Baccarat stemware
and laugh in a creamy cold lyric soprano
In winter, it is citrus
that no one will eat
oh the luxury of waste
the peel will mottle and sink into the wood
green as the day it was born
until the housekeeper comes on sunday
with groceries