Masala

The masala to her lavender
Natural and smoky,
Lavender, the ghost seeing herb,
Sweet and innocent that
has seen turmoil and yet is contented.
Masala weighted with Indian sauces.

Red and brown to the
light and death of lavender.
Masala of orange marigolds and burning wood
Lavender that mingles,
masala that lurks under the other flavors
while she laughs,he smiles
sideways; the most of his mirth
she has ever witnessed.

Masala and lavender on the blue bedspread,
extended on the floor.
Together, they are the gold cloth
in the Ganges. The laugh and the smile,
The sweet death after the rich life.
Rich as masala.