a poem about incense (untitled)

December 30, 2011

Sweet, smoky ambrosia from the heavens,
curl, rise and loop in golden-laced mist.

Thy perfume so otherworldly, carrying my soul
to lofty and crystalline abodes, nestled.

Like a queen with silken train and pearled array
calling with joy “look here!”

Rise, loop and curl in dewy webs
aloft back unto thy heaven.

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