"Memories of You" by Giovanni Dania

Memories of You

Unresolved harmonies,
My fading questions for you.
And vultures devour my liver,
And the stone gets heavy,
And the slope becomes too steep,
And the wheel keeps turning,
And you're in sight, but out of reach.

But memories don't fade, they don't die,
They grow stronger with time,
They swell, crescendo,
They deafen me with their insistence.
They demand I remember you.
They won't die.

And the echoes of your laughter
Careen and bounce in my skull,
My mortal brain,
The coils of curséd neural tissues,
Inflamed yet numb at the same time,
As if dissected with a laser.

Ghosts of your eyes haunt me,
Awake or asleep, the same blue nightmare
Of a beauty beyond the beauty
Of the most beautiful things in the world.

And my eyes still burn
With the blinding light of your golden hair,
As if someone had taken molten rock or nuclear starlight
And spun it on a loom.

And when I cup my hand just so,
I can still feel your cheek, the pulse in your neck,
And your lips still burn against mine.

July 28, 2003