Irreversible

 

She slept in the hollow of his side,

The bend of their bodies matched:

Two twin concave crescents,

Breathing in sync.

In the air, the essence

Of something irreparable:

A shattered crystal vase.

The sudden realization

That you can’t deal back change.

Moments before, she sang to him,

Come in to me and I will open as a rose,

Palms outstretched in sacramental ceremony,

Submerge you in undulating chambers

Of crimson memory.

I’ll let my cold premonitions

Recede into temporal bliss,

Where “forever” is a hollow promise

Spelled in sand and played on

By changing winds.

Come in to me and you will know

My charcoal nights.

Hold me.

Stay a while.

In moments, soft,

Always your ghosts trailing ten feet behind.

--Alicia