BUT SHE STILL LOVES HIM, HUH?
Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness
Pablo Neruda – Carnal Apple
I can still feel the brush of
your amaranth hands cold as
a winter breath.
In rainstorms I glimpse you in
lightening streaks outside vaporous windows.
Your steps come and go down hollow halls
still echoing with sorrow.
So you may see what is left of me your eyes
are etched in my mind.
We wanted to be more than a memory
or displaced shadows of bodies in
wastelands that dismembered us,
scattered us like flowers.