My body does not remember
The doorstep on my building recalls
The three unpainted bricks on Cornwall street sigh with memories
Why do I not rekindle any of what was?
Is it so deeply buried in my head?
Unsuspecting folk run by me as the water runs out of the faucet
I sulk I smile
I crave and I cave into bliss
You ask time and time again..
Reconsider and forget the fear
I attempt to plea I do not feel fear
Nor do I feel desire, love or lust
For you to reconsider to ask once more and again
To not feel or feel the great fog settling in
What is the catch in the scene between you and I?
The past I say, truth and kindness
Take you on a journey
Similarly it can rekindle your spirit
To fly and pass the unpainted part of the house
That knows you so well
And then your body will stop asking
For you and I.
11.26.06
