Soft sea breezes .
Cigarette papers ,
matches.
The cooing of the dove .
A candle drip
of homemade soap
lingers in the walls .
Sweet pouty lips ,
petals and thorns .
Feathers woven
throughout her hair .
Lacey dreams of
wetness and warmth .
Sugared teas,
the fragrance of love .
Oranges ,
spices ,
brown earthen incense .
Out on the street
a child’s laughter
through the parted
curtains of time .
Lost in mystery comes
a word from the ages .
Love ,
love ,
love,
she smiles.