Aromatherapy Unable to sleep. When my spine is screaming, When my heart is harping, When the moon is mocking, I spritz my pillow with her old perfume I kept in the back of my dresser drawer. I go back to bed with my pillow Tucked under my chin, pressed against my lips, With each breath drawing her back in, Summoning her blooming face, Replanting the lilac memories, Rose encounters, and Lavender dreams. Sleep captures me content. 09/24/09 M. L. Michael
aromatherapy
Unable to sleep.
When my spine is screaming,
When my heart is harping,
When the moon is mocking,
I spritz my pillow with her old perfume
I kept in the back of my dresser drawer.[…]
Every Breath Poetic 