Love’s Memory

A word, like honey
Dripped and slipped
and dipped within
Some secret vault
Not a garden so much as
a graveyard
A dark part
fed by lingering sins
Remotely intoxicating
Always unforgiving
Until you
with that first word
Pushed your way in
shedding your light
on a tomb, on a wound
or a womb
Forgotten again-
But you remembered me
remembered to see
the hope that was us
Living lingeringly
Always joyfully
In love’s memory.


Echoes on the Stairs Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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