Lost -- in memoriam

...all the poems I lost

as they passed by --

trace images glowing against my eyes

felt only in the corners of vision

a metaphor

or paradox

melts in my hands like quicksilver

vapors in mist

aroma of...what?

spices I can't quite name

searing my muted tongue

vaporized seasoned snowflakes...

wrapping my arms around you

you, too, liquefy --

hot tears stain this paper...