Poem: Remembrance

i remember how well you remember me

meeting again
after
a brief gap
of centuries

you shook my hands
     welcome back
your eyes gleaming
your face split open in a terrible smile

Spellbound

It has all gone dark

and my spine tingles as excitement peaks

dead are the monsters who in my dreams do creep.

I remember cummings

i like my body

my memory is disjointed

against your body

oh, cummings! your words do excite my mind

but my body is mastered by a different softness.

When the fingers lay entwined

unable to find their true owners

but run riot over every bit of skin they find

the darkness prevails

and the excitement leave us breathless

and we pant 

and ponder

the beauty of existence

and tears roll down our cheeks

what mastery of the body

what bewitchment of the mind

I wonder if even buk can tell us

buk is careless

you tell me

but go to pablo, your mate

I know your distaste for buk’s dark honesty

but pablo, I agree, is our man of the moment.

While I still wonder, 

the calm washes over us

and we breath normal again

and darkness is blinded

by a well-meaning stranger

who haunts the dreary corridor.