A face that may have been

shadow and flame upon

a pillow of fallen leaves

once when my fingers

traced eyes and lips across the night

until the source of her mystery

burned my flesh beyond forgetting

is now forgotten,

but these hands remember

what it is to touch.



Filed under Poetry

2 responses to “Recuerdo

  1. Laura Katz

    This one really speaks to me Ken. Thank you.

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