Forget Me Not

When my spine is but a scar in the earth,
body broken of all toothsome need,
let some blood-germ of its longing
swamp white roots with this blue ballad

So when rigored beneath a bone moon,
my starry one might pluck a
hail-mary constellation,
inhale its light-years heat, and

remember

[Thanks to my favorite blog couple for
recommending the film, Somewhere in Time.
Its music is theirs (and Rachmaninoff's). Photo of
forget-me-nots in my "movie"
courtesy of Pete Harlow.]

The Fugue

Last night,
her believing
in his breath
across the barrens
of white tendon,
black marrow

But it was only the
wild, wild winds.

And this morning
dawning so still,
so sore,
like piano keys
after a
Rachmaninoff storm


[Orphan Girl at the Cemetery, by Eugene Delacroix]