Hiraeth
Erase me,
erase me, darling,
from your mind,
the sweet smell of almonds
a brain,
oranges in the air
erased
with a razor-
blade, I suppose it could work,
in case you're willing to go
through with it.
But the whiff of you is faded,
I've forgotten it
or at least I am trying very hard to
and now everything is bland
and sour
not unlike decapitated flowers
starting to get dry,
starting to fall,
starting to die.
Is this how it's going to be?
Shall we perish
unrooted
and
torn apart,
siblings from our Mother's heart
that once in ecstasy were saved
and now are killed, of sun depraved,
it this our vertigo?
Is this the way we'll go?
Our vows, unemptied
by reminiscent perfumes,
sing us a song
I might be popping out of my head
from too many thoughts
of you, too many,
how can I erase you?
Wipe out my crevices
like a white sheet
and then I'll remember
vacant bed
and I am back again.
Water, water,
our sole refuge,
The Great Escape
from oasis burnt in the desert,
close to the pyramids,
even closer
to the truth
of the two dead narcissus.
Our time has come;
erase us.