Poetry: Your Memory is Wingless Now

[compos_dementis]

your memory is wingless now
By Dementis

i capture moments like fireflies,
keep them bright and humming
in covered glass jars.

(dress skirt billows up in cool october wind;
kiss shared sweetly in dark quiet theater;
three words caressing my face like summer sun.)

you tell me to poke holes in the lid
(to let them breathe)but they are small and

Comments

[compos_dementis]

I'll let you know when I have a collection out. And I'll definitely sign a copy and save it for you. ^_^