Xyrephinos

I forgot how jealousy looked on you - a brooch of many colors pinned to her dress just above the breasts, or a thin bright ribbon trailing off a straw hat. and how it smelled - too much perfume in a tiny space or lemons bursting off the branches to bloom at her feet. and how it sounded like too much music for one room to hold, so it had to be shared with a stranger who wore candlelight beautifully. I forgot how it sat on your tongue - a sharp insect shedding its wings, and leaving me to dream of her.