Memories, like new raindrops on a face,
Unexpectedly in my consciousness
Burst into being amongst where tears lace
Themselves together and with fierceness twist.
(Inculcated joys mind not the chain wounds;
And absences' desires fan embers
Where lie now only memories' last tombs
And distant pinioned pigs in my slumbers)
Such embers! Such raindrops! How they arrive
Unwarranted - To flesh out today's bones.
To color the flat. To scent what's alive.
To fill my heart with blood where there were stones.
Then, to dash it all again back to None
As she just makes new ones with Anyone.
