Life's Pattern

In a corner of my garden... once overgrown profusion of green:
spade-shaped leaves, an ivy guarded by thorns.

I never walked too close, afraid
of tendrils capturing my ankle,
dragging me into itself –
then, never free, lost in that barbed lattice.

Strange plant.
On occasion, and only at night,
it burst into bloom.

Waxy, white petals,
surrounding a flower cup,
gleaming in the dark.

Each floral chalice
holding drops of fluid,
heavy with unbearably sweet, hot scent.

For a season, this plant tangled around my heart.
And then, within life’s pattern,
died back.

I work in my garden,
potting and pulling spent flowers off vines.
Glancing at times
to where that plant thrived.

Nothing grew there.
Until today.

Today's fragrance: Chris Sheldrake's magic in Serge Lutens' Datura Noir. The fragrance's garden of notes includes chinese osmanthus, heliotrope, mandarin, lemon flower and tuberose. Vanilla is almost instantly evident, with a lighter touch of coconut oil; on me, the apricot doesn't show. Myrrh, bitter almond, tonka bean and musk ground it, making it the preferable female, rather than girlishly feminine, scent.