Eileen R. Tabios
I Forgot Eyes Widening To Pull In More of the World
I forgot Andalusia, where duende also insisted on living life as if dreaming.
I forgot the Spanish guitar never wanted dawn to arrive without glass goblets shattering.
I forgot I opened the Iron Gate for you by losing wingso lost shields for my eyes tracking an old target: the Sun!
I forgot a boy losing his hand after a steeple spiraled across vermilion sky.
I forgot a dungeons red velvet chair crashing to its side so that our pens would mate.
I forgot boats burning where fire bloomed roses in the middle of an ocean.
I forgot continuing to be possessed by a limbic brain.
I forgot I preferred to be the envelope versus the perfumed snapshot slipped in.
I forgot she was a hurricane in my kitchen, always stealing my eggs.
I forgot rain does not truly forgive.
I forgot lies crafting incentives.
I forgot I painstakingly constructed a stage.
I forgot trading flesh-colored pantyhose for silk vermilion stockings bruised by black.
I forgot underwear became artifact.
I forgot whispering as a failed position, It is good to feel.
I forgot chastisement rom a scar traversing her belly.
I forgot her interior became an effective compass.
I forgot intimacies with cognac and port, mahogany furniture, creaking butlers, stuffed animal heads on walls, minor Europeanroyalty, cherry-scented pipes, tartan
I forgot eyes widening to pull in more of the world.
I forgot eyes unable to transcend bleakness.
I forgot the conundrums of evacuating mornings.
I forgot she throbbed.
I forgot the moons ending all days bequeathed by leap years.
I forgot she became the wind after losing all misgivings at drying my feet with her hair.
I forgot hands slowly betraying French manicures.
I forgot promiscuity in chiding weather.
I forgot turning professorial with a box of Corona Gordas harrumphing by my side.
I forgot my chins truculent shoving at air expanded the whites in her eyes, but also parted her lips to reveal a lollipop-green tongues peek.
I forgot germs in silk pavilions embossed with blue dragons.
I forgot obviating zero gravity to hone in.
I forgot her poverty at spatial relationshipsin sympathy, one of us pawed at air.
I forgot she accommodated my brandy.
I forgot she quivered like 19th century theater.
I forgot periscopic sightings of her toes, so much like young toads from an underbrush in Brazil.
I forgot instructing saliva to wait.
I forgot I knew better than to display flinch.
I forgot her red-rimmed eyes denoted the exhausted pace of a replicating light-year.
I forgot surveying bone resigned to an impending break.
I forgot she was not the wind. Not then.