Poetry : There Is No Memory

There is no memory more vibrant
Than that of absence

Where every inch of empty space is filled
With open hungry mouths for abandoned traces

The air is now a frozen sea
Where once wave after wave of scents
Crashed into me

My flesh is now just a patchwork
Of flesh, blood and bones,
Once it was a garden blooming with flowers
and fruits tended by touches and kisses

flowers, I remember flowers
blooming from the garden of Mother.
i barely remember their petals and hues
who have crumpled after all these seasons
and yet I could smell them
in darkness or in light they rise inside of me.

There is no memory more haunting
Than that of absence
And in its presence I recall
Light reflected from wanting eyes,
The supple pout of lips i kissed and kissed me,
Her hair tickled by the winds and from where rose
The laughter of her female blossoms
Intoxicating and always transforming
Twirling over
And making love to me,
Deep
Relentless
In my memory.