Memory of absence

Memory of absence

You and me in each other 

a mix of nowhere 

in the sphere of fulness

vacuum in the room .

Burning desires 

dying on the canvas 

of a solar painter ..

Monastery bodies 

open to troubling mysteries...

This cry from beyond 

walls speaking  our voices

your fingers touching me

through the cold mirror ...

I breath your scent left 

in the old cupboard 

empty of your shared intimacy...

Music of a light step ,

dawn ballerina from swan lake 

entangled bolero ...

Those tender  hours 

when we didn't to wake up,

the tea pot in the kitchen 

 was getting impatient ...

 Your nakedness dressed 

in a sunbeam  that I invoked

as a religion of abandonment...

On the carpet I pick up 

gold curls adorned with a star.

Reality distording  the mirror

creating bad sepia images...

I ache for this painful trace of your "was"...

 Mocking absent memory 

with whom I remain in love ...