Westwind

Jazz & Gingerbread

Catrina Drewniak

I feel you,

with such sweet sorrow,

so happy to be sad.

My heart burns and swells

like jazz and gingerbread.

 

I want you to feel it.

Sound attached to smell:

unsuitable for a tasteful conversation.

 

It’s as if your favorite lines of poetry

were stitched onto a candid photograph

of your dearest friend.

 

I want you to taste and hear

my words. I want you to

feel the energy that you give me,

fond memories yet to happen,

sweet songs unsung.

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