Saturday, July 23, 2011

Collage

The spaces of my mind
bear the stamp of your being
here,not too long ago.

I have pushed you away
many times over
stashing you
under the layers of indifference
yet you surface,
and stir up some urgings not so wise .

Do your sheets still hold my fragrance
or, you aired them in the starkness
of daylight.

Does your mind still make love to my memories
or, you mothballed them
to be put aside.

A collage of images
framed, and
put on the wall of my heart
stare back at me,
almost accusingly.

Does your mind skim over
the moments gone past
just as your fingers did,
over the satin of my skin?
A void deep there
still holds your thought...