"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."

Virgina Woolf, The Years


A word which is not

                                                                              ...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
like cinnammon
                         or crimson red

or a thousand different glasses reflecting one same flame

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