Remember

As you age invisibly within your glass

sometimes you forget that time, so long past

when desire welled in your heart and between your loins

like fast, sound breaking barrier

it seems like another person inhabited those limbs

another life captured the longing

to pull them close and within, before flame grew dim

sometimes it is good to be mindful, remember then

the girl you were, bracing for rejection

spending your longing on the long gamble

sometimes, you’d catch a ride on the upside

in that golden arc of wheel, when fortune seemed

impossible to smother

lovers would become eternal

a kiss would reveal the language behind your skin

all the cries you stored inside, chiming for their flight

stroked like an instrument, you gained wings

fingers playing you deep, as river bed will

sift and edy before

releasing her secrets

sometimes, as you turn your fingers in imagination

against the cast of shadow, splayed on plaster

and build within your mind, the press and assault of love

coursing in your veins, as you lie beneath the world

sometimes, as you conjur that first unspoken swallow

of all salinated emotion and the convulsion to follow

inhabiting one another, like thirsty fish struck from sea

will gather close and preserve their need

sometimes, when I think of your fingers stroking my ink

the weight of you, capturing all I am capable of bringing

our motion resonating against mirrors of time

and in the gathering dusk, a mutual cry

folding over sleep, like pressing lips will open

just enough for feeling

then, as I recall the need for you

it is an empty and lovely feeling, of past and new

to walk through time, held aside in wash

O for love and her nourishment

just once, again, your touch, where I have grown parched

asuage the feeling, no-one has climbed inside me, to make their homage

an electricity of joining, cast far into dark waters, dark hearts

Iluminary, please light the way once more

that I can lie salt-blessed, on reversing shore

feeling your claim again, as a flung open door

with warp of sea breeze, denying closure evermore

39 thoughts on “Remember

  1. I’m not often at a loss for words but this is so splendid and amazing I’m not sure how to use words to do it justice! Damn, girl, you can write some amazing lines. These took my breath away “all the cries you stored inside, chiming for their flight stroked like an instrument, you gained wings fingers playing you deep, as river bed will sift and edy before releasing her secrets…” It’s like you climb inside me sometimes and put into words what you find inside and put into words what I feel but am never able to put forth. You are digging deeper and deeper in the well of your spirit and coming up with lines beyond description in the profoundness. What a gift, what a heart, what a soul, what a treasure you are. Je t’adore et je t’aime, N 🙂 ❤

  2. Always your poetry delights.. This was exceptional in its seduction and exquisite deliverance . And I echo what Natalie said.
    Much love your way sister.

  3. I think we both ‘feel’ this one for reasons we’ve discussed. I’m glad you read it and liked it. (understatement). Maybe a writer does climb inside another person and give them the words for their feelings, I often feel that way too, it’s a good role if ever I assume it. Thank you dear one.

  4. :)… I may have missed the email you were sending a couple days ago… if so I apologize, if you didn’t have a chance yet, no worries…I just wanted to make sure I didn’t miss it. Please make sure to take easy & take care. ღ

  5. ” when desire welled in your heart and between your loins” those words got me, they got me so deep. Candice, thank you for your art, truly, thank you

  6. Candice, this is so beautifully written – makes me sigh, as I too have felt that longing plea at times in my life. Guess we all have, which makes it universal. Am feeling it in my heart. 💓

  7. I did. I did. Because I often think of you. I ‘know’ in glancing, quite a few people on WP and otherwhere, but few penetrate my daily thoughts. I had one friend whom I lost whom I thought of daily but aside that, I often find myself lost in thoughts not of real people but you seemed to catch the same drift as me and so you walk alongside me often when I’m thinking not only because I feel a reaching but because I care and I want for you to be as okay as you possibly can be given everything you have been through, which may not be entirely as possible as I’d like because pain isn’t just a glancing blow, it’s a deep stone that skips and rises over the surface again and again and you know that, and I know that and maybe that’s where we found the sympatico but either way and which way, doesn’t matter, only that solace comes in many forms and I for one care, and am if nothing else, your friend.

  8. You do indeed give me solace with your caring, and I’m grateful for the connection. It might’ve begun when you told me you were born the same year as my late son. That seems to be more than coincidence, at least. Something symbolic about that… Somehow I wish that I could’ve been there for you when you were a child and maybe found a way to spare you from everything bad that you ever endured. If only. There are so many if only’s….

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