by Peter Humphreys

Do you?
Do you really remember
the beginnings?

The obsession,
the desire
to kiss their eyes,
to feel their lips,
to embrace the warmth,
body in body,
mind on mind,
first and last thoughts,
yet the anxiety
it might end.

Do you?
Do you really remember
the births?

New life come forth,
new voices, new cries,
new people growing,
changing you,
everyone, everything
utterly, utterly different,
the magic,
O yes, and the loss
as they need you
no more.

Do you?
Do you really remember
the quiet nights?

The warmth,
the glow,
the silent sunderings,
sparks in the fire,
seeds on the ground,
the winter times.

Do you?
Do you remember?


Posted on 10/10/2005
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/10/05 at 06:10 PM

It can be so difficult to remember the beginnings. Really like "silent sunderings". I hear the same voice from your 'endings' work in the questions posed here. I think I hear 'beginnings' clearer only after reading 'endings'. The two may not be a pair but, they are yoked. Grand again, Peter.

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