Image: Kayaks In The Mist

November 23, 2015

kayaks in the mist

Poem: Aromamore

November 23, 2015


was it the jitterbug perfume

she poured on my soul

— the fragrance of an everlasting kiss —

that keeps me staring

into the dark?

my neglected work

— lying angry like an abandoned maiden

scattered across my desk —

shivers with jealousy

as I part the curtains once more

and stare into that scented slice

of memory