Summer Return

by Mihaela Tudor

She’s sitting on his bed,
Can’t remember the deaf or the blind,
The souvenir of illo tempore is lost
With her once at his forgotten side,
Holding hands
Like marbles trying to sculpture fire
within the sleepy wind
She’s now in the dim light,
Drinking a summer transgressed return.

Do you remember? Once your words dropped silent
And eyes drew wings,
Acoustic honey strings
And purples of wine
On this skin;
Do you remember? Once you made love to the mirror,
Emerald scent burning my breast
While nailed in the corner
Do you remember? Once you played the Alchemist,
Turning me into an ephemerid
Feeding her the never coming morrow

She’s sitting on his bed,
hands frozen in frames,
She can’t remember the deaf or the blind,
Acoustic honey strings
Flowing onto the skin;

Solitary violin on a shelf;
Naked,
in a transgressed summer return.

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Mihaela Tudor comes from Romania but currently she works as an English lecturer at University of Hail in Saudi Arabia. She previously published flash fiction on www.orionheadless.com (“The Rhapsody of Thoughts”) and in The Battered Suitcase on www.vagabondagepress.com (“Les Reveries d un Promeneur Plus Solitaire”)