Tuesday, January 01, 2013

The Alembic


The Alembic
               

Soft hair and humidity
trickled from his chest
to his belly button
as I moistened my lips.

When his fruit ripened
I placed it in a container
made of scented Spanish Oak
and covered it with moss.

But to me Jerez
was not what gave him
the fragrance of Montilla,
it only forced me to savor
the memory of his abdomen.

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