...the whole room swells
with the scent of cinnamon & desire.
How imprecise the smell of desire.
-Mathew Nienow, "Ode to the Belt Sander
To forge a word
which is not
to make it out of someone else's breath
to open up and give it a home
to keep it unspoken among blankets
where there is no room for fear of pleasure
no room for thought
If anything, it would have to be the name of a scent
and of its alchemy
lavender turning into something incandescent and sharp
or crimson red
or a thousand different glasses reflecting one same flame