my fingers still smell of rosemary
remembering the fragrant leaves they crushed
hours ago now
i put my fingers to my face
to remember
my fingers still warm with blood
remembering your body in my grasp
weeks ago now
i put my fingers to my cunt
to remember
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
Rosemary for remembrance
Marie sent me a poem a few days ago:
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