Incense
I’ve learned from our
years together the ‘holidays’ and playtimes there are certain scents
he loves and some he hates; or if too strong makes him sneeze till he’s
so uncomfortable that the romantic mood is over before it
starts. As I said I’ve
learned.
So
when I want to spice things up I choose the spice with his delicate nose
in mind.
For
me it makes no difference his scent is the only one I
need. If I could find a way of
creating ‘Justin incense’ I
would. I’d have it my car,
in my office, at the gym, maybe not I don’t want to share; and for here
especially when he’s at the studio creating some wonderful
masterpiece.
Sometimes
I don’t see him for days and I miss that
scent. But tonight he’ll
be home. He’s finished with
the piece tomorrow it’ll be on its way to wherever to
whomever. So tonight I light
the candles and burn the incense.
I
have his favorite wine breathing and his favorite foods all
prepared. And I wait, not for
long because he called. Just
a few more minutes and the best scent in the world will be right under my
nose, on my hands, my mouth and any other body part I can get it
on. His scent, Justin’s
scent; it’s my air my blood, I never want to be without
it.
One
thing I know I got the incense right; a little vanilla, a little cinnamon
and raspberry. We tried orange
once big mistake. It made him
sneeze for days poor
baby. He had to stay at Daph’s
until it finally faded. The whole
loft had to be cleaned including our clothes, curtains, rugs, linens,
everything. So
no orange.
But
he likes vanilla, vanilla oil, vanilla ice cream, vanilla
kisses. Yeah he loves
vanilla. Luckily I have some
in the freezer just for him.
I
hear the elevator…
“Hey”
“Hey
baby”
“I
missed you Brian”
“Missed
you too baby; are you home for a while?”
“Uh huh weeks before my next project;
you?”
“Yup
no impossible ad campaign for now, next week we start research on a new
one.”
“The
loft smells nice I love it when you do this”
“I
love you baby come here sit with me, want a
shower?”
“Yeah
but in a minute want to cuddle”
“Sit
on my lap, there, better?”
“Uh huh
…Bri?”
“What
baby?”
“Will
it ever get easier?”
“You
mean the work, yours and mine?”
“Yeah”
“Don’t
think so; when you love something or someone so much it’s always hard
work you know that.”
“Yeah,
love you Bri---yawn”
“Love
you baby”
snore
So
I let him sleep snuggled into my shoulder then tuck him into
bed. I’ll re-cork the wine
put away the food till he’s ready.
But I’ll keep the incense burning for a while; just the vanilla
it reminds me of him.
I
watch him sleep then curl next to him to breathe in his scent; the best incense
in my world.
Sabina