The poet’s Breath

In crystal vases,

the jojoba sleek of mind

left out for weeks, extracts

the expression of essence 

with the release of the sun,

I watch scent waft in plumes

that collect the slue of vision

lemongrass and leleshwa

sprinkled and forgotten, remember 

themselves in the plasma air

shape droplets on the inside of glass,

my world contained from afar 

and when they rest,

stirred from the sunlight

exuding from my touch, 

they fall on the well of skin

immortal, like perfumes stilling  

the life behind my words

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