and you just gave me
one.
I remember you
wearing it
as we sat in the sun
of our kitchen
together
holding hands.
It's the very thought of another woman
that my father
never understands.
He said
I'm betraying nature
but it's an ironic thing
when a honey like you
really makes me
sing.
So here I sit
in my office
this afternoon
and your lovely silk scarf
has made me
swoon.
I laugh at how
you snuck it
into my purse.
Oh God,
without you,
life would be a curse.
Let me linger,
in this moment,
on the perfume of your scent
as my heart
flies with you
in our sacred ascent.
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