The Hypocrite Walrus

Thursday, June 08, 2023

100. Board meeting at 2

I have a whole department

inside my mind's building 

that deals with the matters

regarding to the case of you


as the elevator door opens

a jasmine scent will 

softly lead you 

onto the floor


large windows

with a view from

above the clouds

let your light 

come shinning in


the walls are 

splashed with

your cheek's rouge

and tangerine tones


the smoke detectors

are of course 

all off


there are endless lines

of filing cabinets

filled with folders

sorted by date

smell

senses

sounds

and images 

I've kept

in my retina

collected throughout

the time 

we've spent together


countless stacks of papers

standing tall

all down the hallway

still waiting to be classified

which are presented to my desk

randomly 

at any given moment 

of my day

 

nevermind that constant

reversing beep

of trucks

backing into the warehouse

to unload even more

piles of blank pages

yet to be written on


so you see

the work for you

in here

is nonstop 

even when

the shutter doors

are down at night


but in this

apparent mayhem

I can still pick any memo

any hand-written 

post-it note

out of a folder

or up from the floor

and it will

immediately

undoubtedly 

take me

to you


and I will

instantly 

and precisely 

relate it

to a smile

a gesture

a grin

or a glance

that you 

once gave me


then I'd sign

seal

and stamp

with a kiss

that particular case

of you

before carrying on






Friday, June 02, 2023

99. Day no. 1589

A long winding hair lays

on the pillow where

your head just was

and it stares at me

as I'm slowly arriving 

back to Earth again


I'm marveled as I'm watching

how a room

just a regular one

moments ago

now 

is filled with you


I still feel your softness 

and your fragrance 

in every little thing

you have touched

So I hold them tight

but they're saying 

it's time

to let go


Milady,

I designed and carefully

hand-crafted for four years

every kiss that

I gave to you today

each made with a

small piece of

my clay soul


made 

as if every kiss 

was meant

to be the last one


Then I opened my eyes

and as our looks collided 

I was thrown back

to a scene

we lived

many lives ago


You smiled


And my

first instinct

was to kiss you

once more