The words I was given
were condensed milk thickened on a stove,
sips of chamomile to dream easy,
and a swish of the hips.
The words I was taught
were liberty and diversity,
and a dash of ambiguity, uncertainty,
yet always mixed with aspiration and hope.
The words that were shared
were a smoky salt kiss
with cream and chives,
big city pitter patter,
with old world curled up in the throat.
The words that I took
belong to forests across oceans,
real and imaginary,
flowing like waves across a floating world,
somehow reminding meof that first sip of chamomile.
Song Choice: J'ai Deux Amours by Madeleine Peyroux
This poem is part of the Tuesday Platform for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. It is also the fifth poem I was challenged to write as part of a Facebook game.