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| The Water of Forgetting
Oh god,
let me cross over into the silent land,
let me find Lethe, the river of forgetting.I don't want to remember any more,
the sight of your skin damp with summer's sheen,
your mouth with the taste of honeysuckle,
your breast moving with the gasping air of want.Unless, when I step into the river,
you will be there, rippling across my mind,
returned to me.
I don't care
if it is only for a moment,
for a single breath.If not, then take away all remembrance. |
| If not, then take away all remembrance.Let me be an empty vessel,
for water to pour into, and make pure.Dear god,
I need for the shimmering place in the air
that was your body,
to be gone from the beating flow in my veins,
because you left me here
to struggle in the waters alone.Let me find Lethe, the river of forgetting,
so the scent of sex, lingering about your lips,
will stop pulling me down into the place
where I can only call and call,
knowing that I would shatter with joy
to hear the faintest echo of your voice. |
| Let me find Lethe, the river of forgetting,
so the scent of sex, lingering about your lips,
will stop pulling me down into the place
where I can only call and call,
knowing that I would shatter with joy
to hear the faintest echo of your voice.Let the waters flow into and through me,
make me clear, bring me peace.God, oh god,
let me cross the river,
emptied of every tortured hour.Let me walk up on the far shore,
and see you sitting there,
your feet in the stream, tears in your eyes,
because you know me.
Even though you too had been swept in the flood,
so that nothing remained
except the deepest center,
that knew me, that knew me, that knew me.
Let me put my empty mouth on yours,
let Lethe take us both, into forgetting
that we were ever parted.poem copyright R. Paul Sardanas
art copyright Samarel (visit samarelart.com)
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| Let me walk up on the far shore,
and see you sitting there,
your feet in the stream, tears in your eyes,
because you know me.
Even though you too had been swept in the flood,
so that nothing remained
except the deepest center,
that knew me, that knew me, that knew me.
Let me put my empty mouth on yours,
let Lethe take us both, into forgetting
that we were ever parted.poem copyright R. Paul Sardanas
art copyright Samarel (visit samarelart.com)
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