I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."

Keeping a distance

I could not deal with your existence



You were as I remembered;

Strong and abled.



You were the flower that withstood storms,

The nightingale that sung the loveliest songs.



But you no longer could bend without breaking,

or sing without choking



What is left is a life of struggling,

a body that is slowly crumbling.



Refusing to accept reality,

I tried denying life's cruelty.



Then I touched you,

and felt the emotions I tried to seal



Gushing out in waves,

tears rolling down my face.



Finally, it dawned on me

that it is time to accept life as it is



To stop living in denial,

And accept life's trial.



And trust that God will give you comfort,

while I keep you happy with all my effort.



When the day comes and you have to go

Deep down, I will know



That we have walked through this together,

and that is all that matters.

veracity,
faulty.
it's hard to tell who your friends are
at the bottom of the ocean.
sand grains. black, white.
everyone is blind.
jellyfish are wolfish
at the bottom of the ocean.
spoken sounds sting.
starfish are spearfish-
one might hear a feather drop,
one might hear a pin drop,
noiseless word string.
beneath;
sky, rise up.
the bottle forlorn.
willowy hair will stay strong,
while the luminous
go on stillborn.

When two different
states
               of
                       reality
collidewiththeinitialstateofreality
creating some sort of
strange i m a g i n a t i o n
imitations|snoitatimi
and, of course,
more infatuations with what isn't than
what is.