Memoir...

I can still feel the imprints of your fingers pressed against my shoulders
like a peck on the cheek, a sip of caribbean blue on a humid afternoon, a humorous gesture after the feed of sad news, or simply the consolation to calm, cool 'n' reassure another

I love you still
I don't know if this will change , but to stop would mean
stop thinking
stop reading
stop writing
stop......believing

Lashed and bruised to penetrate the unseen....
uproot the hidden and cripple the tangible

I called but you seem too inclined to your own world and your...way only resting to emerge the inexplicable!!
I'm naked ....trying to "bend" with limp limbs and a strangled " dumb-bell" to clothe myself

now you've left me with your world, your moon, your love, your coldness, your coolness, your seccrets......all nestled in my heart!

i've squirmed, squeaked, squealed, freaked, leaked in ways unimaginable
but it'll take more than my pen
it'll take more than my text to rekindle sentiments of my poet friend.

it'll take ownership to forget you to BE my lover
It'll take GOD to overcome my groping, my meekness
It'll take god to overcome you!

These words emerged from the past...buried in the present..... to be harvested in the future

Signed:Overflowing