Murasaki
What has lain hidden in
plain sight, between
the curios,
before my fledgling thoughts
had time to hatch?
It’s that moment, without breath
to inhale; stopped
but electric
and moving so, so fast.
There’s my history erasing
itself
bit by bit,
slowly crashing
into the crash test wall.
How many pheromones must one inhale
before one’s brain gets all wired for
someone else?
I couldn’t breathe then, so
how do I explain this:
as my thoughts turn to you,
apricot sunset, avocado mist and
darting, reluctant, deep umber sparrows,
crystalizing sugar amber fire,
kicking up lavender rockets and
my unexplained,
focused contemplation of your lower lip?
””Murasaki”,
Who am I to venture a guess
as to how deep you go?
It’s perfume spilled in the street
the whole world can smell the
subtle notes, it’s not just me.
I am walking in a cloud of
sticks to my skin,
echoes in my hallways,
scratches at my door,
and counts my pulse.
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