ARCHAEOLOGICAL VIRUS

I have heard sighs from across the globe

Of lovers who once held the passport to my heart

A passport long ago revoked or expired

The purple bruise of entry faded to illegibility.

 

Their faces remain frozen in youth

Beneath the glacier of my memory

Like mammoth bones or intact tusks

Ready for the pickaxe’s extraction.

 

But I don’t pursue to excavate

These vestiges of love long since extinct

Or renew the visas of those whose kisses

Held me captive in some faraway place.

 

Better to be content to catch their sighs

From across oceans, from beneath the ice

And let the hardness of the white,

The silence of the blue, suffice.

Author's Note

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