haunted memories

the body shrouded in flowers
is resting in peace
on the table
which used to gather us
to enjoy the daily bread
the relentless beat of the heart
leaves an impression
at the centre of my universe
till it is replete with you
as a new-corked bottle
with a sunny vintage
I wish the sense would be made by itself
and the chance of not losing you
would assuage my grief
allay the fears
solace the bad-tempered wretchedness
since the day’s a scavenger
and the very last moment of soured tranquility
is hunted down
I’ve hoarded the emotions
by dividing the breath
into infinity
pushing the walls of lunges
to the limits
till it is no more
space force and weight
the weightless stage of collapsed consciousness
is like water drops in a spaceship
the hung images of a bold desperado
the universe seems vast
when it’s depixelled
somewhere amid the tides of my sorrow
the heart loses interest
to slow down
the endless flow of love
and makes me wonder
if there is anything left out there
except the vivid ache
my memory is my remedy
since it’s no future without it
since I’m dying and force myself to breathe
with each beat
with each decomposition of a second
and the only one thing I care
is made of violets
in your crossed hands grip

February 3, 2009

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