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
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
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
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
The lights are going down
as two ghosts move about
with the creaks and echos
wondering what to do
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