there is something in an oyster, the way an oyster tastes,
that reminds me of how you make me feel.
there is something in the ocean’s roar that reminds me of
the smell of your skin.
there is something in the sun’s warmth that reminds me of
the way your kisses taste.
there is something in the way you love that reminds me of
the past we never shared.
— from Juniper Volume 6, Issue 2