An
aria
feather light
cashmere soft wrapped around us
Deep fog,
cloaking buildings and traffic.
Streetlights
muted as bedside table lamps,
covered with a scarf
Wall sized oil painting
A nude woman
her torso facing you, head turned away
missing both arms
Each of these linger- each are fragrances
each could be a taste, a sound, a shade of grey
All memorable
Gentle, fragile or painful