My Memories Of You
My memories of you remain confined
To the morning that came yesterday…
And yet it was this morning, I think,
That I saw you emerge, chewing gum
Between your teeth, you glowing in
the light of love.
It was this morning or it was yesterday
That we loved in whispers, even as the
World went by. 'Tiger', you said, as your
Warm hands flicked through the hair on
My chest. My warm arms pressed you
And then came that chewing gum, you
In the white sari only moments earlier
You had shed in passion's moment of
Glory. The sun played frantically on your
Cheeks, lately lush with my kisses. I
Watched you, in new desire.
Ah, desire burned in us in a night of wholesome
Romance. Not a leaf stirred, not a soul called
Out to another in the ageing hours. Only my
Breathing, your heaving, your tongue seeking
Mine in that cold December room redefined the
Meaning of love.
It was high afternoon, only yesterday, when
You danced your way into my arms, you smelling
Of ripe pomegranates in the far hills of time.
'Tiger', you gasped, as my lips found their way
To your bare waist and made you quiver in
Sudden unending ecstasy.
It was all a long time ago, pretty one, when you
Rubbed the perspiration off my shoulders and
Folded your legs behind my back, daring me to
Break free of them. Your lips spoke to me of
Ancient wine, in your eyes shone the image of a
Woman craving the moon.
It will be a dead moon tonight. The desultory
Winds pale in the knowledge of your heart
Beating no more. In night's morbidity, I murmur the
Poetry that you once wove around the poetry I
Let rush into you, drop by happy drop, until you
Fell asleep. You sleep, through centuries.
You will not stir, even as the aeons pass.
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