the scent of you still lingers
triggering memories of us
memories of magnolia trees
when we walked barefoot
in my grandma's backyard
laughing at the past
ignorant of the fleeting present
dreaming of our future
Memories of how we sat
in the park reading sonia sanchez
cherry blossoms all around us
i told you my favorite book--
Memoirs of a Geisha
You told me yours changes
memories of honeysuckles and sweet grass
we're so different--me cornbread fed
southern raised while you—a northerner
love italian ices and street ball
i showed you how to pick good ones
tickled pink--you didn't like the taste
At first--then you grew to appreciate
the pureness of nature unrefined
memoirs of blackberries vines
how to find the juicer ones
wrap 'em in a scrap of cloth
sprinkle with sugar, tie it up
suckle out all the juice
discard the seeds and try again
memories of peach trees--showing off
Trying to show you how to climb a tree
I fell and badly scraped my thigh
you looked so concerned until
you let a grin crack through
I popped you in the chest
you didn't attempt to hold in
your laughter any more
long after it healed you still kiss
me there threatening to harm me if i
ever harm myself like that again
memories of crabapples
you declared to never eat anything else
that required salt to bear the taste
memories of how you would take
the flower from my hair
slide it down my spine
skim it across my shoulders
caress my arms leaving a
scented trail of promises
and passionate kisses
inevitable climaxes and love
memories of us live on in every tree,
shrub, bush, flower, plant, grass
even if i could forget you
even if i could forget us
there are new reminders
reborn every spring and every season
thereafter
how can i forget you
you surround me daily
triggering memories of us
memories of magnolia trees
when we walked barefoot
in my grandma's backyard
laughing at the past
ignorant of the fleeting present
dreaming of our future
Memories of how we sat
in the park reading sonia sanchez
cherry blossoms all around us
i told you my favorite book--
Memoirs of a Geisha
You told me yours changes
memories of honeysuckles and sweet grass
we're so different--me cornbread fed
southern raised while you—a northerner
love italian ices and street ball
i showed you how to pick good ones
tickled pink--you didn't like the taste
At first--then you grew to appreciate
the pureness of nature unrefined
memoirs of blackberries vines
how to find the juicer ones
wrap 'em in a scrap of cloth
sprinkle with sugar, tie it up
suckle out all the juice
discard the seeds and try again
memories of peach trees--showing off
Trying to show you how to climb a tree
I fell and badly scraped my thigh
you looked so concerned until
you let a grin crack through
I popped you in the chest
you didn't attempt to hold in
your laughter any more
long after it healed you still kiss
me there threatening to harm me if i
ever harm myself like that again
memories of crabapples
you declared to never eat anything else
that required salt to bear the taste
memories of how you would take
the flower from my hair
slide it down my spine
skim it across my shoulders
caress my arms leaving a
scented trail of promises
and passionate kisses
inevitable climaxes and love
memories of us live on in every tree,
shrub, bush, flower, plant, grass
even if i could forget you
even if i could forget us
there are new reminders
reborn every spring and every season
thereafter
how can i forget you
you surround me daily