Do you remember me in white robes?

maudlin, mercurial, unkept

wrapped in Fantasy

reflected in moonlight

filled in by your regret

Are you ashamed of me now?

stained white hotel sheets

with unspeakable things

and my underweight frame

buried somewhere beneath

is it

in this

we become

another secret ………. more dangerous  ?

IS THAT HOW YOU WILL CHOOSE TO REMEMBER     ME?

a drunken late night currant

of Rioja Red, Montelpucciano

flowing into mischievous malfeasance

spilled over and running       ruining

the last copy of our          manuscript

THEN I AM ASHAMED I GAVE YOU THOSE MOMENTS

a gift so pure

from inside me

passing an obsequious and fierce youth

as wild as the heat of battle

wide-eyed …. feral …. struggling

rough hands gripped and pressed down my wrists

you liked it when I fought back

HOW COULD I HELP

the veracity outside our window

the warmth that came

then a shelter built from whispers

HOW CAN YOU BE ASHAMED

what do you remember me as….

or has the ink bled too much on the page

have you bleached

all color

with your guilt

my fingers flip thru blank white pages    empty   as if I dreamt it

lovely longing and letters

words at play with words

rekindling fire by phrases

SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE

A PLACE LONG FORGOTTEN

PERHAPS THOUGHT DEAD

NONETHELESS DORMANT

THAT WARMTH BREATHED LIFE INTO

WHAT GAVE LIFE TO THOSE MOMENTS

you and I are their only witness

how can you be ashamed for this?

In our shadows we are the shades of our passing selves

in the empty room where the white robes come and go

like the white sheets in endless

supply

The lights are going down

as two ghosts move about

with the creaks and echos

wondering what to do

FORGOTTEN MEMORIES

They are left behind and kept away trapped in that

Time and Space

They never thought it would turn out this way

Or that they were ever ghosts to begin with

Or anything was wrong in the first place.

© KHC, 2005