Sage and Pine

Given bits of Sage and Pine
between my fingers
upon my hands
under my nose—
eyes closed
touching, breathing, smelling, whiffing
waiting for the feeling—and not
the thought or memory that
Sage and Pine might bring.

Comfort?
Closeness?
Care?
FEEL! FEEL! FEEL!

Pine is more pronounced.
I must gently rub Sage like a genie jar
to catch her subtleties
and elicit her feels.
Pine overpowers Sage
I discover
Sage needs her own space—
otherwise
she is swallowed up—
her fragrant essence disappears.