Woodsmoke

the woodsmoke of your soul
seeps deep into my skin
it follows my every move
i turn away within

there — again it lingers
pungent puncture of cold
pine air, of vacant love
toasted with scent of heart
of combustive heat that burns
i walk faster
until my breath runs
to forget

is a fool’s errand
— it seems strongest
when stepping over threshold

of home, just when i think
i’m farthest,
but maybe,
finally,
finally
getting closer.

eyes shut
nose to flesh
i inhale
you

 

~ Emily C.

11.29.17

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