I will go on then,

and scrape this intensity of feeling

into an airtight container

(it smells salty-sweet,

like tears, inadvertently tasted

or sometimes like lemon zest,

sharp, citrus-y).

and store it

carefully,

away from light,

in temperatures below 25 C.

And

hopefully,

it will retain its intensity

for some later time,

when my muse makes his appearance.