Sentinel Poetry (Online) #38 The International Journal of Poetry &
Graphics Monthly ISSN 1479-425X

(6 recollections)
i
I remember that skirt
Short, slit and bloody red
Like a virgin’s juice
Eager bull
That red skirt
Was fire in my blood!
ii
I remember the hot afternoons
And it wasn’t the heat that I remember
It was lust spreading like fire through my blood
I remember
The scattered files and manuscripts
The fallen clock and spilt tea
Accusing like knowing stares
iii
I remember the last time
And your gentle plea
But the fire was too wild,
So scorching I boiled over
I remember, your deep sigh
And the words you didn’t speak.
iv
I remember the beach.
The crook of sand
And the voices just above us
I remember the wild laughter in your eyes
v
I remember our first time
The rain bidding us to the bamboo groove
The first kiss; that first touch
And the fire on your fingertips
I remember your tears
vi
I remember standing
At the foot of the stairs
And looking up your skirt
I remember your knowing smile