I’m a Tide for the Moon
Even better than the perfume
of jasmine on a warm night,
I love the scent of cornbread.
A journey of glancing breath
into a childhood memory,
the impact of diced jalapeños,
it’s like a note, a sharp accent
on the edge of my tongue.
I am forever its captive, and
forever a tide for the moon.
for Sunday Whirl #471 (missing the word “vanguard”) © Misky 2020
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