will you remember me as the scent of lavender and pine,
a long embrace of wild flowers that sends your mind
into the silence of the forest.
will you remember me
as the golden hour tip-toeing its way through your blinds,
stretching it's warm fingers to touch your jawline,
laughing
all tangled in saffron sheets. will you
remember me as the sound of river summersaulting over stone and wind to reach your feet,
a wordless song
of change flowing freely.
will you remember me
as the taste of promise in spring's first peach,
an overwhelming sweetness,
the whisper of heat.
will you
remember me
as the taught reverberation of
metal string
against air,
the pulse
of love
returning
to itself
again
again, again, again, again will you remember me as the touch
of skin on skin during the rosy hour of midnight,
the magnetic kismet of feeling in flight.
will you remember me in the small moments,
alone
in the hidden corridors of your heart.
will you remember
me in the in between
of stop
and start. will you
remember my voice lilting 'round corners and downstairs
to kiss your eardrums.
will you remember the easy silence of mid-afternoon dream bums.
will you
remember my rooftop and spontaneous embrace and forest fire love.
will you?
will you remember?
remember me,
memories in a chromatic key,
the push and pull of harmonics on heartstrings,
the all but lost things
of a poet's loftiest dreams.
a rush of unspoken loving.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
will you remember me as the scent of lavender and pine,
a long embrace of wild flowers that sends your mind
into the silence of the forest.
will you remember me
as the golden hour tip-toeing its way through your blinds,
stretching it's warm fingers to touch your jawline,
laughing
all tangled in saffron sheets. will you
remember me as the sound of river summersaulting over stone and wind to reach your feet,
a wordless song
of change flowing freely.
will you remember me
as the taste of promise in spring's first peach,
an overwhelming sweetness,
the whisper of heat.
will you
remember me
as the taught reverberation of
metal string
against air,
the pulse
of love
returning
to itself
again
again, again, again, again will you remember me as the touch
of skin on skin during the rosy hour of midnight,
the magnetic kismet of feeling in flight.
will you remember me in the small moments,
alone
in the hidden corridors of your heart.
will you remember
me in the in between
of stop
and start. will you
remember my voice lilting 'round corners and downstairs
to kiss your eardrums.
will you remember the easy silence of mid-afternoon dream bums.
will you
remember my rooftop and spontaneous embrace and forest fire love.
will you?
will you remember?
remember me,
memories in a chromatic key,
the push and pull of harmonics on heartstrings,
the all but lost things
of a poet's loftiest dreams.
a rush of unspoken loving.
