I Remember Your Face
(A Reminiscence Of Young Love)
You were the one
whose eyes froze my hands
from their usefulness
with just a glance.
You were the one
whose ears
like malformed
snails, would lose my
whispers in their curls
until nothing of
me was left but
stale breath.
The one
whose nose would sniff
the scent of fragrant
young women and fill
your lungs with their
incense until my own
felt washed,
and bleached,
and faded.
The one
whose mouth
opened wide
creating a vacuum, that
sucked the marrow out of my
shins, and toes, and fingers,
licking them clean
before bed.
I remember your face.
It’s bigger than the Milky
Way in my heart,
and yet smaller
than last weeks daydream.