Unforgetfulness

There was a dark, bitter afternoon,

When things  made sense,

 In a more or less attuned atmosphere,

With flavours of raw loneliness and pure emptiness.

And then You came…

Tumultuous and passionately flavoured

Unbearably intimate

With eyes that gazed inside my soul, from within my soul itself.

Pure transparency

In darkness of the darkest shade.

Reorganised

To fit the past and present.

I broke my heart wide open,

And allowed my innocence to be poured through;

We went back and forth,

In the temple of time.

The present sat still,

As we travelled within,

Organically unfolding

The mystery of space.

We risked it all.

And then you uttered something

Which sounded much like a manifesto;

Something I did not really hear--

You said you needed to go back.

And I for one, I needed only breath,

But held my breath instead

And did not feel a thing.

Later it hurt…

I needed to go back as well.

But to a place of unforgetfulness,

Where your smile has no longer a hold on me

And your caresses lose their weight

Bringing on oblivion.