How does one unsing songs
the notes of which
touched in places orgasmic
uncompose poems written in trance
How does one undo romances
that haunt with an ache
unlove love which was felt
in a moment of spontaneity
Now, how do I wash a kiss
of fire that rained
till it rode away in a taxi
at five in the morning
Even clothes wear memories,
burn them or wear them
A mid-August afternoon
he kissed her;
silence droned in her ears,
her heart wrenched
with emotions almost painful –
her heart throbbed,
’cause someone loved her so –
if he had kissed her
for hours,
it wouldn’t have sufficed.
Yet, with a single touch,
she knew she loved him
and he loved her as much.
She wanted to be closer –
under his skin –
with no time and space
between them.
She wished
nothing else mattered but –
their love
Lift my face
kiss me young
love me old
I shall cherish every moment
for love lives a life
life dies a death
death lives eternity
eternity is memories
till my wrinkles fade.
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