Often I recall your loving touch.
A quality comes pouring down your fingertips
Of aerial kindness, golden coloured,
Washes my skin with lucid tides
Of sweetness, striped with soft azul.
Often I recall your healing kiss:
Delivered on two cushions, silky warm,
A condiment so precious, taste of honey
To sting my heart of hearts, my pain, and my delight,
To cleanse the bruise; for bruised I am.
Often I recall your eyes of sky
Or were they snow? Or were they fountains?
Or were they droplets of the misty dew at dawn
Or seas, or veils through which your Hidden peeps
Or mirrors through which I gaze at mine?
Often I recall your heart
And when I do, my heart yearns back
To the rocky pulse, steady as the ground beneath your feet
(Though its terrors were as dark as Ocean’s deep)
And to the vastness of its mercy, its song of home and beauty…
My heart weeps and lulls itself to sleep.
Often I am ailed by recollections
Of your being. Though dismembered, disembodied,
They travel sharp into my nostrils over mountains, lands and years
And meet my heart’s eye as does sunray through canopy.
I-remember-you-embodied-in-me
And pay some days’ or minutes’ toll
Then reappear into this garden’s breeze, on this twilit fall.
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