I press the memory of you
against my creased brow,
leaving a shadow stain
that will not fade.
I spread the essence of you
across my skin
recalling simplicity
of desire and flight.
I trail the scent of you
along my wrist blue
where it rises in time
with my failing heart.
I hold the taste of you
measures of salt
residual damp fire
spiraling in your wake.
I imagine the whole of you
crowding windswept dreams
fitting heart to scar
in hope of restoration.
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I loved each word of this amazingly sensual poem - you are truly gifted my friend...these words are like jewels and I have to say as Krista says hauntingly beautiful - these are haunting words - something akin to when I read T.S.Eliot - the essence of the whole poem seems to release a feeling more than an image inside my mind. Thank you, Miz Mona. Salud.
"Simplicity of desire and flight" -
" crowding windswept dreams".....
every verse is a jewel, every thought catches the light and reflects it in hues of illumined emotion, from the mid depths of angst to the spires of unextinguished hope.
I think it ranks among the best of your excellent works! Thank you for sharing it with us!
This is melancholic and reminds me of a lover parting from a lover on a train - at opposte ends of the rail; the narrator recalling with such immediacy with that she has just left behind, already missing him.... now that is melancholic, yet bittersweet (if they are to meet again); it's highly sensuous...
i love this:
I hold the taste of you
measures of salt
residual damp fire
spiraling in your wake.
"measures of salt" - this is the taste of the "you" of the poem - and it's real, and that is what makes it work so well.... like a kiss in the summer, or better, a lick to a lover's neck on a humid summer day when they taste of salt from the humid, damp day and so much sweat... only lover's understand such things and you've captured that here.
lovely.
I trail the scent of you
along my wrist blue
where it rises in time
with my failing heart
An ode to love that is lost. It's odd to think that a person can be the shape of our desire, or the shape of a scar, a mark left that we hope will fade over time...
broken-hearted blue, but it's beautiful. Reminds me of a song by The Cowboy Junkies called "Now I know" ~ If you haven't heard it, PM me or download it. We need to find a way for you to hear it.... PM me sometime....
mt - you're killing me! as long as you don't start looking like that wrestling guy you'll be fine!
jessie - glad to see you, my friend. and you're too generous as always.
fatima - thank you, dear. hey, are you volunteering to put it to music?!