
I Keep Forgetting The Things You Tell me About Love
The iridescent glow of the words
that slipped and slid from your lips,
that caused the air to carry an ambrosial perfume
that flowed between the bars
of this beautiful cage
And drained into oblivion.
You smoked in the rain
As my reflection broke a glass
And threatened me in silence
I went away that day
Derided children
Played their games
While mountains sighed in rue.
The waters
eternally froze
For lily-white beings
To glissade in to the horizon.
And a simple quiescent dream
Of a glass castle
faded to a minim
in the back of my mind.
I was conquered.
I keep forgetting the things you tell me about love
poetry © 2004 Alixandra Velia G.
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