Poetry: «THAT»

THAT

That feeling that now lingers and embraces
the place where shadows dance and silence roars,
has reached its highest point, its lonely climax,
has opened wide some long forgotten door…

That fragrance that now rises from your pale skin
that seems to know the way towards my desire,
has reached its highest point, has reached its climax,
and closed the wooden windows, lit the fire…

That deep, full smile,
that well placed love,
that gesture proud and bold…

That light that formed your careful form now conjures
long forgotten lines we traced on wrinkled papers,
later thrown, forgotten, sent to fly on pink-blue winds
its highest point its lonely climax reached…

Your voice…
Perhaps I’m wrong, but it seemed to me,
your voice untangled frightful dreams,
and scary nights and those tight knots that bind us to forever…

That’s why I can forget you never…

C.2021, 25 DEC 2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, Valencia, España

CHEERS