elmyra

I savor you, small luxuries
my sweet and rare discoveries
double strength tomato paste, just for thee
almond hand lotion and pâtes de fruits

lovers and some old book shop
whole buffalos and carrot tops
nothing gets missed, I never waste
I don’t want to forget the taste

language, love, my anodynes
I need something that’s only mine
I squeeze and press and suck and tear
knowing one day you won’t be there

It’s all for naught, this meditation
passion, bridges, now conflagration
I hold on tight to things, so rare
with precious little, I walk on air