Of Wilde Marjerome “ministered against the swooning of the heart” Gerard’s Herball, Johnson ed., 1636 In accent austral & thick with plummet, a balmy arctic late November fragrance, womanly but in my love’s voice, its deepest draught I huffed, a girl, in pantry spice closet of my ancestors, whetted concoctions brandied in bowls, jars of clove, shivery with shadow, & also many threaded roots, tureened in jars. My heart was green, standing there, in secret. As when before you. Whom I dream to touch, bestrew, despite & in my agita. In need. “A medicine to be licked.” A creed.