reconnection

tangy metal bounced off
the walls inside your nose.
tickled the back of your throat,
swam inside a teapot
the teabag filled with dirt and
stitched closed with sweat.
hair a dirty mess, just the same
and another scent prevailed
still unfamiliar, yet
safer and warmer.

spicy and warm, like chai
but not sweet enough to drink
just tantalizing enough to inhale
and to press lips together,
perhaps tonguing the chapped outside
safely hidden, stuck together inside.
invisible but knowingly visible.

the day changed and night fell
and another came and aged halfway
and the smell of fast food and pine
mixed together.
it was like organic and artificial mated
and labored something new
not-so-nose-upturning
and not nostalgic, either.
the rain cascaded and didn't soak,
the wind, though bothersome
standing hair on end and
passing tendrils as curtains
in front of eyes,
it didn't phase you.
there was no chill where there could have been.
and perhaps this is all attributed
to what was in front of you.

and in between these two occurrences
metal so cold it numbed your feet,
but thankful were you of it's inched support,
your arms wrapped around at the perfect point
where hand meets hair
and fingers thread through tufts
and noses, 70 degree angles
meet scent saturated necks
the frogs sang in a chorus of
hundreds
and silenced every other sound of the night.
a symphony, an orchestra
of different pitches
all conducted just for you.