Amnesia

 

i left my memory

lodged between two breasts

as i gave in to shameless

prurient craves,

sucking on the sweetness

of soused lust

sprouting through scrawny hair

that indulged the zephyr of my breathing

one lonely hour in the winter

when rain was scarce

and

i was thirsty.

the whole world then

was about

            moans

                        groans

                                    waves that shook

the loins,

the core.

i smiled at my creation,

my universe of a second duration

as

loneliness set in again

introducing my pugnacious self

worse than before, 

that acrid feeling

of loss

and

i was left with

faceless features,

a body without a name

and veiled eyes.

the smile was ubiquitous.

to

            whom

                        those

                                    breasts

            belong?

i didn’t know.

that memory was hard to trace

with just a featureless face

floating in a haze

lost in a maze

in some time/place.

hardly anything fazed me

but now

i am plagued with universality.

 

i left my memory hanging on a fig tree

fi l’blad*

my mother told me not to play on that

tree but i swung from branch to branch

when she couldn’t see. i was a bird; free!

so many cups of sweet mint tea 

we drank in the shade of that fig tree.

i slept hugging its roots covered by its leaves,

high on its pungent smell,

amazed at the whiteness of its gluey nectar.

but since i left my country

the memory of it started to fade until it

disappeared.

like a setting sun,

surrendering me

to the darkness,

to the heartless cold embrace

of a winter night,

it became a distant memory

the warmth of which

i long for,

a faceless dream

in which the birds migrated

north and west to never come back.

a nightmare.

 

the birds' chirping like a foghorn

no one heeds.

a desolation it behooves me to suffer

they were right when they said

the desert is moving

north.

Reviews

[Li Li]

that memory was hard to trace
with just a featureless face
floating in a haze
lost in a maze
in some time/place.
hardly anything fazed me
but now
i am plagued with universality.

I hit this point and the river just began to flow from here. Such a strong flow of words. You cleverly placed the rhyme together. Made it fall in place instead of being something forced to fit. It's always obvious to tell when a person truly captures a moment by the words they use, and how they use them. I must say that this piece truly had me drawn in from the start. The way you spoke of a lost memory that must not have gone too far astray. Some part of it still exists.

I read your work and it amazes me.

Bless!

[shoepolish]

that was really beautiful. thank you