The Shared Space

The perfumed nightly ritual
on cinnamon limbs
remained in the morning air
ylang ylang, bergamot, patchouli
geranium, rose, citrus, too
like music, they were notes, she once said
he was still learning them
when she left too soon, again
in her absence, they flooded his senses
and from the cacophony
he smiled at the dissonance
that resounds when different worlds collide
so he lay there a moment longer
where she had once been with him.

a dawn bird

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