thru and thru

the room of forget,
is a perfect square,
leaden, immovable,
hollow as the intent,
complete and bent,
to fit the patterns
of remembrance,
cruel in bleakness,
to a white-wash
of your face, agony
of your scent hangs
beyond the walls,
in-between kisses
and moans, the blue
wildly dissipates,
below the sills,
you break and break,
thru and thru to me,

Reviews

[redzone]

it is hard to actually forget someone who breaks thru and thru to you... they linger in that square room even after a white wash of their face I think.... of course I may have misread, but even if so, I enjoyed the feel of this poem...

redzone

[highonwords]

hi curt - thank you so much my friend for the wonderful review and for taking time to read the poem :-)

best,
steph