Missing Is A Stimulant

a circuit, bled memory

a séance of the veins, a liquid hinge

Deceit, the tones of dreamed sceneries

defaced by a single face

and yet the day itself is more marred

by these traces of fragrance

chances to fathom her absence

or collapse with the sap of plants

and sleep, and demand of a jasmine-scented face

How are you still so fragrant?

 

~ Jeff Clark

Done