My memories are still hard and fresh
Crisp like the air from yesterday
Would I not be left then on the
Back porch like a pickled carcass
Had I not stood up for myself
My feelings, my wishes, my hopes
And my dreams waiting to be
Fulfilled in the belly of my heart
With the rapture of true love
Never to fear death more
Perhaps even the return would be
Unthinkable yet as the incense
Travels through the backdoor
Indulging the wind with its
Wafted recollections
Only a steel trap mind could
Choose to forget it
But why would it then
Oh how the essence of the past
Fed on vengeance with
Resentment and the corruption
Like soup served before us at the table
Ready to lap it up for love
What tremendous companionship
Love coasting through every artery
As if the Torah were in every cell
Of the bodies future and the
Softness of possibilities made
Sweet figs for us to feed one
Another even though the pain
Of existence was in need of
Wet tenderness wrapped
About the epidermis of worded wounds
Begging for mercy only for
Love nothing but love
What an exchange of banter
Ideas or captured thoughts
If the trade were only for love
And not for anything else
© GÄ
Poétique 