Fragrant Poetry: The Cinnamon Peeler
The Cinnamon PeelerÂ
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you.Â
The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under the rain gutters, monsoon.
Here on
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