Apr 2014
Your love lingers inside me
intangibly
like mulling spices
in an empty jar.
intangibly
like mulling spices
in an empty jar.
April 2006
This poem has a picture of an empty jar of mulling spices on a window sill.It is the jar that inspired this poem. Sometimes I would take off the lid to just smell it .There , but not there .
This poem has a picture of an empty jar of mulling spices on a window sill.It is the jar that inspired this poem. Sometimes I would take off the lid to just smell it .There , but not there .
