In Memoriam

by sonia.o

January 7, 2015

Your name still unfurls

from my lips like wings.

I don't know how to mention you

without it sounding like a prayer.

I am haunted by your touch

even now--paths of skin you'd

trace with calloused hands

have scarred in your memory.

My lips are still bruised from

your eager attempts. A year later,

I can't pucker without

tasting your hunger.

Saying your name is like a prayer,

and I'm tired of taking it in vain.

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Q.V.Jan 9, 2015

Very charming poem sonia. The nature of the "memoriam"  is reinforced by the words "haunting" (and even "prayer") scarring (a very physical act) the memory (the immaterial). The last stanza is curious, the name (is so sacred) like a prayer that should not be taken in vain, a very worshipful way the speaker views the subject. Keep on writing and sharing. Q.V.