Dispatches from the wilds of Poetania – “Remnants”

When I inhale,
the delicate remnants of your scent chase my breath,
I do not wish to exhale,
for that would be to lose them
and to breathe through my mouth
would surely be
to suck up that sweet, last taste of your lips
and blow it away.
So I am rather in a rush
to learn to breathe
through my ears.

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