254poem

July 15, 2011

When we recall these memories
we will not see this room’s one candle
licking these walls, or feel the friction
of our bodies moving over these sheets.
A conversation will ring faintly of words,
paraphrased like juice from a display of oranges.
This warm silence will be interrupted by worry,
by our somebody who won’t want to hear
how we once playfully overcame
the elements on less than minimum wage.
We will feel forever lost if we look back
with hearts and flowers in our stare.
There is nothing doing in wishing
the restless facts undone. So kiss me.
A bird and a train landed atop this love,
and that doesn’t happen everyday.

LOCATION: Buenos Aires, Argentina – Inspired by a late night conversation in my room with Valeria.

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