My thoughts
of you
light ether
like incense smoke
curling in air.
You can sense
my scent,
of tender geranium;
the flowering
of my majestic
love potion.
I am
velveteen
filigree
encircling
your mind.
Crave me
with your
sweet tooth.
Ravish me
like rose
ice cream.
I stew
like meat and prunes,
in the soup
of my longing;
taste the green
astringent leaves
of my heartbreak,
that grow
like fennel bulbs
from my chest,
a flourishing bitter.
I soak,
grind you
into acorn flour,
releasing tannins
of memory,
making this palatable —
my love,
my aching loss.
