Asia

there is a place I’ve found
within me
that is sanctuary to the
memory of you

after all this time
a passage as retrospect
the grief of a given shape
the orb of our moment …

the cherry burl brown
of your eyes haunt me still
the cast iron black of your
long, full brazen hair –

you and I are captured
in that time, it exists on its own
and I cannot help myself
I still come there to see you

where I ruminate by your side
your smell residing within me
our embrace’s form imprinted
from the memory of your kiss

this is all that will ever remain
lost in the castle of this reverie
my younger self inside a cover-sine
light lingering on the angle of you

 

© K. James Ribble

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