Let me give you french lessons:
I am hungry. J’ai faim.
I am lost. Je me suis perdu.
I am sad. Je suis triste.
Do you need any more clues?
Meet me during the next full moon where desire never satisfies.
I am lost
I am sad
I am always hungry
You forgot the details of why we fought
but regardless I only save myself for self defense
i am remorse
I am regret
but you are forgetful
wish I could make you remember each detail so you can
heal and be Awakened
like me.
Tell me lost love
why are you selectively forgetting?
Shall I breathe you awake or shall I let you sleep?
If you choose sleep sleep peacefully with your spirit
unbroken
If you choose to remember
Let me have the intoxicating pleasure of Waking you.
Note from the Chief Bottle Finder: I’ve never been to New Orleans but I think there’s something to be said for all that heat and humidity… am I on to something here or am I just channeling Angel Heart?
Au Coeur says
I really want to workshop this piece. Does that make me a poetry snob?