What the Swine Took with Him
How I will miss you Sandalwood
And your companion Bergamot
Evoking mem’ries as you could
Of lakeside idylls like Thoreau
Of letters sent that reek’d of rosehips
And later ones suffused in musk
One stood watch, forgot me midships
The other’s interest only lust
Regret abuse of Frankincense
Sweet Olive Nola’s presence grieves
Turbid youth my sole defense
The hope of you why I still live
Memories lost forever in a fever
Scents forgotten, no more do deliver
Betty Trevino
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.