Missed Connections in Baltimore
The Memory of Memory
the memory of memory
comfort in my skin
new – fresh
transcending levity
and all my opposition.
naked thread count gloss
no thought but that of you
hair soft;
on shoulders and back
contrast soft and gray.
a whisper from past my lips
hands on hips
it is now i am aware of nothing
but that which caused this rushing.
Her Two Cents
There’s a poet lurking in Baltimore and I love finding their poems when I sift through the missed connections stream. Don’t you agree that some memories are so powerful their re-occurrence can transport us back to the original point of time? Head buzzing, blood rushing, all senses focused, we can all but forget the spaces separating us between the now and then.