Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Rosemary for remembrance

Marie sent me a poem a few days ago:


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

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