The sun shines through your silver hair;
The halo frames a muted mask,
Immobile, blank, devoid of mind.
a word, where does it hide?
i need to speak, who are you?
Now, your lifelong mem’ries lie
In limbo, dormant, dwindling, lost
To me who shares you most, to me
Who knows those secret parts of you.
i feel you in my soul
but in my mind i find no word
to spark a memory
I’ll sit with you, my love, and hold
Your hand and stroke your cheek. See!
You recognize my touch, so says
That puzzled brow, that fretful frown.
Our souls know what eludes your mind.
that touch—i know it?
a thin wall dams my knowing.
an intimate touch
ought not be lost
I shut my eyes and squeeze your arm
Rememb’ring well-shaped legs and lithe
Body springing from the diving board:
The sun-lit down defining my source
Of ecstasy, my seat of love.
your aroma knocks on me
taps on that thin wall
confusion consumes me
no word bridges body and soul
Our conversations, arguments,
Those meetings of our minds, I hear
As clearly now as then. The things
You taught me, treasured in my mind.
once i knew but now
no more, just briefly, strobing
life flashes in the darkness
Our mated souls, once strong, are now
For me to keep. I’ll hold yours safe--
Your soul my soul--as one till when
perchance some day i’ll find
that hidden spanning word
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