Time and taste and love and lust,

they say scent is the strongest sense tied to memory.

Cotton candy embraces, fickle

hands like ice;

and I remember.

(December.)

You and I

existed – neither here nor there

untouchable

immortal beings

giggling (black boots

black lipstick

black hearts)

Spring came like rapid

eye movement -

deep and restful,

fleeting.

Licking lips in hotel bathrooms

clean of grime

and time

and you.

Apple blossom air;

you were a vision

sighing among the fallen white

petals (softer than you

paler than you)

but we lied to ourselves

and danced anyway.

Summer heat on sidewalks

chapped lips and cigarette

smiles -

bitter coffee too strong

(not strong enough)

and always (always always)

reminding me,

the taste

the scent

of You.