some shine
as lips
kissed by wine

or water
catching fire
at coming night

each memory
has a different scent

one smells
of morning sheets
soft hair
and thighs
while from the shadows
that the patient trees
donate
comes music
dancing
on a thyme-filled breeze

others
are tanged
with acrid smoke
bear
in their smoulder
seared flesh
and charcoaled hair

the dust of bones
falls ever as
a thirsting rain

sky
clouded vulture dark
and howls
with wailings
of the greedy winds
and death

is sleeping
in the other bed

each memory
is stolen

each in its way
a kiss