As my wife leaves our bed in the morning, the covers blow her scent to me, a blend of: Blackberry, blackberry. Autumn, grass, green or yellow; redwing blackbirds; the little kiss of red on the wings. Bach. The ocean. Death, sunbathers, sun, breast milk, deer, pine trees. Heat, rain in hair, lilacs. Tea rose, fig jam. Coffee on lips.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Rise and Shine
As my wife leaves our bed in the morning, the covers blow her scent to me, a blend of: Blackberry, blackberry. Autumn, grass, green or yellow; redwing blackbirds; the little kiss of red on the wings. Bach. The ocean. Death, sunbathers, sun, breast milk, deer, pine trees. Heat, rain in hair, lilacs. Tea rose, fig jam. Coffee on lips.
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3 comments:
i am awash with all your imagery...nice.
This is so tender and perfect! You're such a big teddybear.
Of course, now I want to read the wife's version of the same moment when *you* get out of bed first!
Thanks, Merelyme, glad to hear from you again.
BB - I think the other version would be along the lines of ...
beard, off-brand detergent, t-shirt,
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