Lost — In Memoriam
Lost — In Memoriam
…all the poems I lost
as they passed by —
trace images glowing against my eyes
felt only in the corners of vision
a metaphor
or paradox
melts in my hands like quicksilver
vapors in mist
aroma of…what?
spices I can’t quite name
searing my muted tongue
vaporized seasoned snowflakes…
wrapping my arms around you
you, too, liquefy —
hot tears bruise the paper…
