Oh Yes I Forgot

By Paramjit Bakhshi

In the middle of my remembering-

I forgot

and I ought not forget

what I forgot.

in all this

you do see

a wish to forget

all remembering.

Still I remember your wishes

Told to me as you left

Yet I wish I would forget,

A zillion small things.

The laburnum avenue as we drive down

exhilarated in escape,

or the fire in the fireplace

Which ignites our passions

As we sit naked

In soul

munching grapes

through locked lips

and unlocked dreams.

Dreams which took us

to silvery beaches

through roads which traversed

not just gardens scented with spice

but just about

the entire nation

of shared experiences.

My hands still yearn

To explore the enchanted

landscape of your being

Beginning at your tresses

malingering

at your lips

And inexhaustibly

through myriad dresses

arriving at the crest of your breasts

and nipples

loathe to leave, yet eager to roam

down the silky road to the

mysterious valley

leading perhaps to

your impenetrable soul.

I still stare in the

Darkest moments of the night

Into the oracle of

Your brown eyes

To fathom how

We can be so close

And still so far.

You live immortal

In this mortal

And fragile frame of mine.

Forgetting you could

Still happen

When I die.

By Paramjit Bakhshi