Sigma

Sigma

When you come to me
in bits and pieces,
why is it so hard
to remember you?

Unbidden slide the echoes
on the rays of the dawn
where love remains
so universal.

What the mind's eye fails to see
the hand recalls.
Every arch, every curve.
Each bristle.

Squeeze.
Burst.
Oils so fresh. Scents so old.
Flashes of you come Alive.

Dance.
With Me.
For a Moment.
Before the End.
                                                                (June 5, 2007)

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