Catch My Breath

I remember, every time I catch
a breath of frangipani, blazing heat
and sweat as tender as a baby's feet
with soles that heavy earth has yet to touch.
It slips away, no matter how I clutch
a whiff of cinnamon: the heavy vine
against the rock, as sturdy as my spine
but graced with limberness I'll never match.

I forget the borders of my flesh.
I read the memories that live within
my skull as writings on the world. I mesh
with vine and blossom: rock becomes my skin
and I remember grass and water, sod
and stone and flowers. I remember God.

--for Read Write Poem's NaPoWriMo prompt #16: smell
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