Wisdom of Desire

I remember you

the mirror of your face before mine

water from your hands into mine

your feet planted in the mud

from mountain paths

& inside smoky huts

near jungle ponds

I remember you

∞

now that I am alone

in the days that end all days

& wearing giant boots

a hundred sizes too big

remote controlled 
speeding down

black top roads 
closed hearted &

 beheaded as I am

this memory

your obsidian eyes

& flesh made of sun and moon rays

makes me stumble & fall again

            into ageless wisdom of desire