if you were not...

you could be

light blueness,

a poet’s muse,

braai'd marshmallow,

soft rain,

a beautiful poem,

gel pen ink,

silk,

a rusk dipped in Earl Grey tea,

butterfly wings,

mist,

the scent of petrol and vanilla,

an esculent word,

dusk,

a cashmere shawl,

autumn leaves,

cocoa butter.

but you are, and in so being,

you’ve become

my reification and

Love’s inscape.