you cannot remember

Jcorelis3by Jon Corelis13 Sep 2013

you cannot remember white shores of summer
and the metallic taste of the sea on your flanks
and the air opaque with the dazzle of noon

you cannot remember the wine that gleamed like a snake in the sun
and the boats nuzzling the hot pier
and the emphatic simplicity of their message

the urgent peal of the cicada has been quite lost to you
and the sleepy eyes of the horizon late in the day
and the loneliness of the ocean that justifies everything

you cannot remember what the sudden laughter affirmed
nor the startled sweetness of the flowers crushed under your loins
nor the love from which your body drew its pleasure
easily as a child milk from the breast