I pluck the sunshine
from your hair-
redolent and chaffing-
I inhale until it burns.
–
We sit perpendicular to each other,
hearts partially open.
You hang your lips from my ear
this is how it all begins
with a whisper.
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The scent of peppermint
crouches between your lips.
You are pure, antiseptic, a dream
within a bouquet of glass.
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The exhaust of exsanguinated stars
lingers on your skin, the musk of angels,
of jasmine and sulfur.
You have eaten of the heavens,
of her fruits fertile with incense.
–
We stand, unremitting, around a fire
an acrid smoke creeps into our clothing.
The earthy fetor of the rain-sodden dirt
trampled down by our indignation.
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The scent of coffee,
of sheets sudor-wept
steadies my pulse.
Morning wakes with us,
slips from our fingers
as soon as we open the door.
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I always get a little scared to write when I haven’t done so in awhile. I started this one a week ago but I just could not get it. I am not sure if I ever did get it but I gave it go.
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