RÊVE ENFLAMMÉ
Rose oil flares, black pepper cracks
once, violet leaves stay cool for a
heartbeat.
That sudden little flutter in your
chest, the good kind, like the orange
sunset just filled you up.
Orange flowers open wide and warm,
fresh blooming iris (petals, not root)
catches the last light like silk,
cedarwood holds it all steady.
This is the fire you were always
carrying, finally allowed to glow.
Vanilla and tonka melt like honey left
in the sun, cistus leaves a soft smoky
thread.
Hours later it’s still there, quiet,
golden, steady.
Like the sunset stayed inside your
chest and decided to keep shining.
Wear it when you’re ready to shine
without burning anyone.