an image attached
to something you once smelled
or touched
sent waves
echoing inwards
you saw something
not knowing what it was
or what to do with it
you kept it close
you forgot it was there
until it wove itself
around an erotic memory
strands of gist
became presence
a musk
full throated
flowering
with its bittersweet stem
cambered
between your legs
and your mind
curled around
an apparition
behind your eyes
an involution
you suspect
is a womb
or a
cancer of light
















(C) Eric Ashford July 08