#2,519 Here a subtle scoosh

Here a subtle scoosh of you
on me – a whirl of perfumes
you wore – your skin’s scent
dried & set [no twisted lane
or tight country roads blew
it from me] – no near-death
[or erasures] to loosen you
from my memory – I wear a
whipped cape of you being
on me [a flourishing lover’s
embrace] – Take me in your
curtain-drawn bed – there I
will reload your redolence –
there engage & trace finger
& tongue across your waist
& then deep into that place
of soft folds & of sweetness