I forget not the timbre of your voice
soft at first
then raised, spiraling around my words
only higher, still
to return
as mist and sighs
I forget not the first glimpse,
deceptively unblemished skin
hiding the promise
of sweetness
I forget not the way you look
supine, or sublime
angered indifference
at war
with beggared desire
No, I forget many things.
But you are not one of them.
God, I wish someone would write something like that, feel like that, for me. Your words are always amazingly beautiful.
XO
I echo Tess’s comment! Seriously, these are beautifully bitter dark chocolate words.
Mmm, really lovely … where would we be, without memory?
Thank you.
Oh so beautiful! Again….
You make me wish I was in D.C. Absolutely beautiful and haunting.
Ahh so wicked and delicous and tempting.. how i enjoy these words.
Many thanks.
Our memories keep us sane!