To the Artist's Page To our home page
To Linda Rosenkrans's previous piece To Linda Rosenkrans's next piece
What Was Your Name? I remember everything about you: The yellow in your eyes that used to sunshine their way into my globe The deep crevices on the sides of your wooden mouth And the way one eyebrow used to shoot up when you thought I was weird. But what was your name? Lust- Desire- Passion- Something like that. It's on the tip of my tongue. I remember your tongue: A slow and calculating weapon that used to manipulate me into submission A wily instrument that found it's way into my secrets The antagonistic opponent who took me down when I tried to challenge it A pink hose that watered my lawn and kept it verdant. But what was your name? Obsession? Yearning? Hunger? I can't remember. Somewhere within the white-wash of my brain your name tumbled upon the shores of reality along with the deteriorating debris that I once loved you.
To the top of this page