rosemary

i run my fingers
up your serpentine spine
through your needle-like leaves
and carry your scent
like charred wood
between the grooves of my skin
i fall asleep with
a sprig of you coiled
in my hair
though i dream that you are a poison hemlock
around my neck
i wake to you, your aroma a name
engraved under my nails,
you,
the dew of the sea.

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