Her skin is the shade  
of bread rolls on the counter,
softgoldenwhite  
still fine in the flare  
of florescent lights.  

Her hair swirls black  
about her ears,  
rich as the coffee  
steaming in pots  
behind her.  

And when she walks past,  
her wake teases me  
with scents of cakes,  
sweet milk  
and chocolates.