Tagged: aroma

saturday morning

waiting for you to

waiting for you to
arrive with the coffee is a
memory within

a memory, an aroma
between infinite dreaming
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our memories are wrapped

our memories are wrapped
in cushions of untruths. when
you say i recall, how much is it
a re-calling, a re-placement of
the conditions – the sounds,
the tastes, even that puncturing
aroma of sweet and savory,
the one that beckons bite me
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