The memory of mint


Let me breathe in these moments.
Through my nose, into my lungs,
down to the tips of my toes and back up again.
Let me permeate my sentences
with the scents of yesterday’s textural explorations.
Let each tender moment be blessed with thoughtful pauses.
Let these lessons blow through like a forest of music, lighting up my soul and making each sound matter a hundred times the hearing.
Let these moments have weight and poignancy.
Let them linger like perfume, so that my aging heart recalls, if not the memory itself, then its shadowy outline, etched elegantly into my soul like a lovers inscription.
Let these echos dance like people.
Let each note wind around my spine and emesh itself in my bones.
Never alone.
No, never!
so long as the memory of your face regards me.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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