Five thousand miles
and a great psychic geography
lies between us
and yet we remain the same;
unforgettable
delicious
hypnotic
superior
undressed
or with our clothes on,
erotic us...
There come
in equal measure, deep
tormenting times -
memories of a sharp sexuality -
in this cocktail of nostalgia
which I pour out and sip,
and in it, bright and sparkling
there is you, vibrant
with arch cleverness
and a smouldering, quick wisdom
Memories cling
like the tentacles of some
deep-sea creature, or perhaps
it is just me -- sucking at visions
that should have drifted free long ago
How can others compete, when
you ghost the shores of my memory
and seed my dreams with your words...?
I am afraid
İcrisstiena







Ahhh...such clarity dances freely within these lines, such urging & yearning throughout the entirety of this wonderful piece, my dear Friend. Your talent never surprises me, but I remain constantly amazed, intrigued & inclined to follow your breadcrumbs...Good luck in the contest, Sweetie.
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