i smelled first the temperature
a slow rolling wave of heat
that finds it's fill beneath my nose
and then the salt
golden in the crust
followed by a funneled confusion of
tart apples, soothing sugar and wise cardamon
i push them all out
and then, quite purposefully
invite them all back in for an extended stay
each one has made it's lodging within me
not merely passers through
we found a home in each other
and warmth
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