Memories of You

I inhaled you hungrily
sucking in the last scent of you.
Not unpleasant, just you.
Your friends wrinkled their noses,
drew lips tightly over teeth,
but I, I pulled in great gulps of you.
Nothing to repel me,
your three-day odour mingling
with the incense, the small flowers, delicate,
pungent—
forever linked in my mind with the intense heat
of the sun on my back, flames on my face,
the flames that carry you away.
 
Now I find myself lingering,
nonchalant behind the pagoda wall but
all the while pulling in deep draughts
of air and death.

 
© Ammie-oy 2010
 

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