I lit a candle
ever since I had heard
The memory is etched deep
having seen
Reach out; touch
The aroma is an odd banquet
of salt and lavender sweat
One grows accustomed
to the taste of one’s own mouth
Over time
Chagall 2020
I lit a candle
ever since I had heard
The memory is etched deep
having seen
Reach out; touch
The aroma is an odd banquet
of salt and lavender sweat
One grows accustomed
to the taste of one’s own mouth
Over time
Chagall 2020