remembrance cycle
a collection of memory poems.
i am ready
call my name
and find me fast upon your memory
i do not lay so heavy
that you can say
it is too much
i will let her go
remember those nights
my hair already uncurling
above the dress i wore for you
the wine i gave you to help you forget
fingers trailing, gripping
teeth meeting behind savage needy lips
you did not imagine them
you did kiss me
deep
deep
remember those wild soft nights
call my name
there is no more wine
and i am ready
these things
remember these things
we had time
we had my heart
tucked beneath the edge
of my favorite bra
we had your heat
nestled in your crotch
as you burned deep into me
remember these things
you were always warm
i was always here
remember one bed
what is the difference of my taste on your lips?
so many soft offerings to choose from
will i be among the numbers on your wall?
a word lost for every digit leads us to the quiet
in your single drunken cup
so when you have had enough of silence
maybe you'll remember one bed
and we will spend our words more wisely |
