tonight leaves and I am none
who nearly grazed an inch of sun,
even when nights shield me
from stolen glances, these
lapses in memory are all
I have to feast on, remember,
since the pressure have
ousted you from my mind.
I still smell fragrant thoughts,
words wanted to be said like
chocolate and wine I want
to toast, even in this brief,
clear light, I want to do them
all with you

-mr gahon 1/23/15


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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