You have faded from my eyes
Like a pale forgetment,
And have slipped effortlessly
Beneath my dreamlit moonskin —
A membrane
Through which I am never permitted to puncture
And draw vivid blood to sup up.
Once you find yourself there,
I will only remember you in evanescent moments of wakeful reverie
That will make me believe,
Somehow,
That you were only ever a single-cycle nightdream.
You retreated like a spent wave,
Your little curls of foam dispersing in the ocean brine,
Little curls of you dissolving in my heartsea’s blue-grey forgetting,
Only to be remembered once again
In my never-remembered dreams.
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❤👽
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*** What is a “forgetment”, Sweet Cheeks? Making up words again, are we? ***
*** A “forgetment” is precisely what it sounds like. A “forgetment” is a wiping out, an extinguishing of remembered things I would be better off forgetting completely. We have all had moments and people like that, haven’t we? ***