An aria
feather light
cashmere soft
wrapped around us

Deep fog,
cloaking buildings and traffic.
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

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