I found an apricot stone
in my coat pocket, from two years ago,
when you stood waist deep in the river
that runs through Glen Nevis.
I threw fruit pits in to watch the rings
on the water break against your hips,
and you asked why I kept the last one -
I shrugged my shoulders,
but now I think the roughness of that stone
against my teeth, the hard bite
of cold on my legs
as I slipped in beside you,
the steam which caught fire in the sunrise
and turned the droplets on your skin to gold,
and those faint stars still clinging to dark velvet
swallowed by the dawn
must have been sucked into this stone
like a whole galaxy into a black hole,
to sit with the weight of a thousand
suns in my pocket, waiting.
I can taste it again, feel it give way to my lips
and the juice runs down my chin as I pick
imaginary threads from between my teeth
and wish I'd savoured it
'cause now it's the ghost of a spark,
a spent shell case that burns my thumb,
it is an acorn turned to charcoal
and crumbled in my hands.
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/rs9jeb/a_journey_in_sleeplessness/hr4vv5z
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What are some of your favorite scents with a good stone fruit note? How do you prefer them - stewed and jammy a la Serge Lutens? Or more fresh and juicy?
These are some of my favorite notes! π
Yes, I suffered a pitfall.
