I want to Eat more of your Nasturtiums
and comb my hair with your Dirty fingernails
sip Strong elixirs from your Small Cups
Tipping swiftly into my mouth from yours
salt and Smoke Curling around your
Spice
I’d like to Absorb your Smell into my
Sweater and Scratch my nose in repeated Twists
Your mountain destroyed me My body
humbled your Incline so greatly Breathtaking that I
Whoop when hiking your Trails
Ease never here Existed And if I was
a Stronger woman
I’d lie Down
or return to an Appropriate stature
of translucence
see, the Summit is Miles away and
I will forever be Made of Mist
many years
Creased between our Greasy fists
the Touch Camouflaged as Friendship
or Crunched in between memories
At last
Too many others know my name
