state of confusion
Breathe deep, my motherís skin,
both pleasant and bitter,
Grandpaís coat, tobacco and peppermint
and something foul
(that turned out to be alcohol).
Draw in the memory of salt and spray
my beloved ocean
still calming on the worst of days.
Breathe deep, cocoa butter, patouli oil and
plumeria, cheap perfumes of the teen years,
pungent green leaves burning
mixed with the sweat of bodies
colognes from men of the past
(I hate the scent of cologne on men).
Breathe in, vanilla redwood trees,
fireplaces in the winter,
co-mingling scents of San Francisco.
Remembering the scents of my babies.
Forgetting the stink of death.
How I imagine your skin, I inhale.
© 2000 Corinne Bailey