•In the illuminating filtered light of dawn

•In the illuminating filtered light of dawn
She wakes exposed, alone
Still Surrounded by the emulsified sheets
Scented with the chemistry of loves process
But it is her last night in a darkened room
With An open eye to taste
to savour and flavour
She rises and sets to packing
and leaves
Traverses easily and happily
her world beneath the sun
Amongst New Diverse Incenses,
spices and cultures
With irises at full apeture
She sees through shutters
Both Open and closed
And clicks