Tuesday Poem by Dare Dan

i’m not missing you

you come writhing your body in my sight.
sexy.
you know i’ll always be by light.

we were a flicker; a taint in the eye of a sky; a hiccup
in an hourglass.
how old is the world to your insect now,
sexy?
i let you slip each time…
and when you’re gone, leaving no ripple
in sight,
i assume you to be lost…

but memory, like water, always finds its course
this time, running amok on wings destined to be lost.
i throw you back anon
swim forlorn in the sea of my mind and
track yet a path leading not to this stand.