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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Elixir

How brackish those inland seas we carry within us, and how sweet
the salt memory of those tides. This is all I can do, now: fix myself
a cup of coffee, watch the honey-thread spin itself in as I stir, catch
it on the tip of my finger and lick it off. A taste of that mineral elixir,
and I recall how the berry stains set on your hands: sweat as mordant
fixing the juice, dyeing the memory, our skin damp as the inland sea.

4 comments:

Dale said...

Oh, that's gorgeous.

am said...

Thank you for this, Lori.

Kind wishes,
am

am said...

Thank you for this.

Kind wishes,
am

Lori Witzel said...

Heyo my friends - just found the buried treasure of your comments via the non-mobile site's backend. Thank you for your time, your reading these, and your sweetness. ((((hug))))