When he left, I anointed myself in sandalwood,

dabbed oil on pulse points still timed to his heart.

If he could no longer hold me, I would let go —

assume the forest as his embrace,

place feet firmly once more on this small satellite

……………ever spinning, ever changing.

WORDS ©2016, Jen Payne. IMAGE: Sandalwood Forest – Marayoor by Madhav Pai, Flicker

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