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
