by nourayasmine   Oct 3, 2012

I remember
we were selfless, innocent -
we were children who still believed in ginger
tea parties and we held love with both palms
as if it was a pair of glinting cups;
we drank it before each midnight then rested
with pollens trifling in our nostrils.

Perhaps, we were more of two
random elks running forever along a nameless
wood, a todos lados, and then in a guava-scented
morning, you'd known I was meant
to be sculptured amidst your hoof.

I remember
our colors were the wake of naked poetry,
and the arousal of turbulent liquors; we were
a miracle; the pungent strikes of lightning,
a tulips-dressed dream in the 7th of September -
when I first made love to your voice, when
you first saw petrels in
my laugh.

Yet time resurrected us into a
life of rusty tinplates, we sat with salt
in our mouths and talked of love.
We smirked, lurked for the daylight and
killed it, then
slept to the sounds of an illusive

I guess when we died in each
other, death cringed.

We just died.

And forgot how
we once perfected
each other like pressed lineaments in the skin
of a withered face.


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  • 2 years ago

    by AngelaLuisaCory

    Sooooo beautifully written and so poignant

  • 2 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Beautiful and such imagery

  • 3 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    So beautiful, your words create the magical sense of being in the story,I feel the pain in the end, both in the sense of your poems powerful emotive quality, and because I've lost a love as well, we too simply died, forgetting all the wonderful notions of love, though I'm glad to say we have been reconciled to one another though no more than friends.

  • 3 years ago

    by Cheeseburger

    Great imagery and really well wrought.

  • 4 years ago

    by Vic Johns

    Very descriptive and eloquently penned !

    A fascinating poem!!