Saturday, October 25, 2008

till the very last

I can no longer firmly fix
your face
after so much time,
without a photograph,

but diving deeper into memory
I can still breathe in your singular scent,
feel the exact measure of your arms,
the precise pressure and shape
of your embrace,
and rest
against the muffled thunder
of your heartbeat…

…you are here
and I draw deep of your
generous strength.

If memory must erode with time,
then let my sight go first.

This…I would keep
till the very last.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

very nicely done. I love your rhythm here and the words which seem to flow directly from your soul. A powerful piece, which lets you know that there was much more to this picture.