Scent Of Possibility

I’d sniff it

Out of a smokescreen

Honey-themed milk

From Divinity’s tit

Untainted aroma

From Heaven’s saucepan

There is pleasing s=elegance

In each cubic inch of fragrance

That holds the creative

And intuitive mind captive

It draws the inquisitive nose

Through the breath of the keyhole

Into a world

Of endless awe

It is the substance of invention

The evidence of intuition

The heart perceives

The mind receives

But ingenuity busts a gut

That precipitates the flood

Akpan