VII.

An essence, an extraction - a secret remedy for a subtle hurt, a cool caress over fevered skin,
leaves flip and flit, to and fro, lively in their deceased dance, seeping their dark cadence
and pouring forth, giving free of their flavor, their particular, peculiar charm, offering to one
a consumption - their tender, trapped breath, to be indulged in and enjoyed.

Of their darkness come often light, sharp, awakening glimmer behind static eyes,
their aroma's bouquet heady or alternately light, a gift to stand beside, to breath in of, to decide
and, in deciding, abide, imbibe.