The One With My 6 AM Nose Job.

Dear Lover,

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.

Love,
Me.