Tongues numbed by the sweet lick of wine
My memories begin to materialize
Confused by what is real and what is not
I do not mind your touch, your embrace from behind
Your face remains hidden but I know that it’s you
Your hollow arms didn’t keep the surprise true
Soft curly hair tickling the left side of my face
A tear escapes, if only I had memorized your scent.
The gentleman beside me does not see it that you’re there
He asks me to dance, thinks I’m crying over neglect
I’d hate you to leave me so I just sit very still
In my dear memories of you I wish to live
I take another sip and close my moistened eyes
Stabilizing the dream of your visit, forgetting the point of your demise
Making more powerful your hold on me
Your love stronger, your kiss becoming the motionless wind
(Or is it I who loves you more now,
Is it my hold that’s more powerful on you..)
Though I know it’s a dream, a sad dream, I know
I bask in your presence and thank wine for bringing back you
-wk 6
