Intoxicated by her scent,
something citrus
with cardamom and salt (incredibly),
provoking a way through
this still, night air; lifting off skin
at the end of this too hot day -
too fiery, too dry,
almost dangerous
and too much like summer for spring -
the idea strikes me
we may never comprehend
the alchemist’s intentions
for that is not the purpose
nor is that how this ends.
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