Saturday, June 7, 2014

What is Love?

I saved
a locket with your hair,
but it doesn't smell the same.
I know
that euphoric sweetness,
but not it's fleeting name.
perfume is strong, yet still,
it doesn't trickle down my spine.
But I'll
keep looking at your portrait
and thereby bury you in time.

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