slipstreaming my anachronistic surreal consciousness - sharing with you my multiple epiphanies that were spawned while sitting on my porcelain throne (these are the ones I didn't flush) "don't believe everything you think…"
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
strawberry
I know not
what made me recall
nearly 2 decades past
17 summers ago
but even though
they're only
my memories of you,
they still keep me warm
perhaps you've never
thought of me since
the day we walked away
on different paths,
since it was I
who was entranced by you
I left behind
on my last abode
my ikons of you;
all I have
are memories
of your visage
your smooth
milk-white skin
with faded freckles
like the constellation
greeting the dawn
your soft bosom
with your gentle hugs
the feeling
of your long silky
strawberry hair
with your head
on my shoulder
like an angel
you walk
as though
you're gliding
with your slender gracefulness
your caressing voice
your permeating smile
my wishful thinking
what made me recall
nearly 2 decades past
17 summers ago
but even though
they're only
my memories of you,
they still keep me warm
perhaps you've never
thought of me since
the day we walked away
on different paths,
since it was I
who was entranced by you
I left behind
on my last abode
my ikons of you;
all I have
are memories
of your visage
your smooth
milk-white skin
with faded freckles
like the constellation
greeting the dawn
your soft bosom
with your gentle hugs
the feeling
of your long silky
strawberry hair
with your head
on my shoulder
like an angel
you walk
as though
you're gliding
with your slender gracefulness
your caressing voice
your permeating smile
my wishful thinking
