Fallen trees cushioned under
The deep foliage of undergrowth and careless footprints
When you fall, I pray
That my blades can hold your tender weight.
The very first time I attempted memory
It failed me. I was taken to the 90’s
To the dusk of a millennia
Where nothing existed say for
The memory of a shadow, or a photograph
As if it had been mine all along.
There is no need to remember your arms
Or the serenity.
For the journeys into night
Into a possessive darkness –
Your second child.
Postcards from the places I have gone, and felt empty
Foreign ideas that made the longing whole
How inaccessible that vessel is
To tell you that I am bound East
Where that could mean escarpments, walls
Between the union blood between us
A house of silent geraniums
Away from the fertile land of hands
Groping me into huddles
To fill the place of photographs
Framed guilt, tears.
Still, postcards. Remember me
Like I remember you.
Perhaps I will love you only with words
Fallen short of gibbous mercies
Perhaps a handshake can bridge our curtained forts.
Of moon sightings,
Where your face is dawn.
I am desperate to tell you something
If I only knew what it is.