my Beloved is a steeped herb,
he has cured me for life."
Twenty three thousand times today
my lungs will collude with my heart to find you.
A sandalwood base note, a silk rug
wants to carry us another day
but it grows thin. I drag the air
for passage beyond this time and place
with a drift of apricot and amber.
Like chambered nautilus, I'll curl
around the last molecules
of your scent mingled with mine.
Look, the ground shimmers in ghost trails,
and breath implores its caravan.