Thursday, December 28, 2006

Days After

You come out of my nowhere
fully dressed.

For days after
I am stunned
by a form
I cannot remember.

A fish does not know
it is wet.
I have no idea
I am drowned.

I stumble after a memory.
It is not You or I.
It is a blood-red flower
that only appears

when lips are crushed
into appearance.