L C Vieira
My Nose Awakes First - Poem by L C Vieira
My nose awakes first -
Or is it my tongue
Already tasting coffee?
I give you my best
'Please make mine first, ' kiss.
It smells like summer
In this sweaty cave,
Between my breasts,
Asters dripping reminders
The propped cabin window.
Something heavy hangs in the air.
The north is hot this year. Tropical -
No breeze of colder stays.
I turn to nestle the grapefruit scent
My tossed nightie freshly washed
After its week of muskeg odors.
Sex and onions
Sewn together with stories
Of all these
Other forest smells.
You bring me coffee
And shared memories.
I lift my hand to take both
And feel instead,
A writer's welcome breeze.
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