Rosemary visited me this morning.
She came in through the window.
Raindrops and steamy wind pursuing.
Awoke my nose to the envy of my tongue.
So I slipped on my socks and shuffled into the kitchen.
(It's a bitch trying to keep these senses balanced.)
Oh! the chamomile steam before my first sip!
That's the secret.
Only the nose knows.