The Effects of Memory

A black ringlet
curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember

now that I cannot forget.

And tonight,
if I have forgotten her name,
I remember:
rigid wire and white lace
half-impressed in her flesh ...

our soft cries, like regret,

... the enameled white clips
of her bra strap
still inscribe dimpled marks
that my kisses erase ...

now that I have forgotten her face.

Published by Poetry Magazine, La luce che non muore (Italy), Carnelian, Triplopia, Net Poetry and Art Competition, Poetry Life & Times, The Eclectic Muse, Strange Road, Inspirational Stories, Kritya (India) and Centrifugal Eye.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Spears Avatar
November 13, 2019 at 1:27 PM
Memory is a fickle thing. Enjoyed your poem. Laura
Burch Avatar
November 13, 2019 at 3:08 PM
Laura, I'm glad you liked my poem and thanks for taking the time to read and comment!
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