My love for you is burned
onto the pages of my journal
It pools in the grooves
where my pen has pressed
The past in a capsule
Let me savour the man I knew –
the one hidden by cares
I’ll hold the memory of us
on my tongue
and let it mellow there
In unguarded moments
we buoy
Interlaced fingers,
lingering kisses I want
to keep in a glass jar
By night our feet are magnets
Lumps of flesh melting together
Warmth that spirals up
to where my heart is
And yours
I mourn for the day
we will be separated
by a force greater than me
I will rip the cries
from where they are buried
And try to follow you
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“Let me savour the man I knew
The one hidden by cares
I’ll hold the memory of us
On my tongue
And let it mellow there…”
Ah heck, sweets.
x
Thanks Rach <3
So evocative, just like love.
Thanks B <3
I just finished a novel by Graham Joyce that has a similar take on love, separation and death. Beautiful poem. I really like the line about pressing the past in a capsule.
Thanks very much, that means a lot. I’ve put the Graham Joyce novel you mentioned on my reading list. Those themes always leave their mark, Nillu.
This is absolutely beautiful. I can feel the pull of emotion hanging on every syllable. Wonderful.
Thanks very much Daevone. Happy you liked it. Sometimes poetry is a better fit than prose but I forget to try it.
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loved the poem…
Thank you!
Lovely