Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Poem

And somehow
amid all the thankless cracks and shadows
perpetuating negative space
you remember to think of me
and memory is enough

With such contrived machinations
I manage to dream
We are ankle deep and laughing
in mud that squishes through our toes
I ask once only
Do you remember when I kissed you
and you sigh
and tell me I am a silly thing
and that's enough

In a riddle whose answer is _______
what is the only prohibited word?

So forget nothing
and only remember to think of me
and laugh when you do
if only once in awhile
and that will be enough