As memories take flight.

The pulsating veins on your wrists

Tense, with an hour-long fist

Your close your eyes, and as if each and every single blood drop is a memory

You begin to remember–

How the weight of your breath dampened her left brow

The scent of vanilla and jasmine tea in her hair, pulling you close

Her fingertips waltzed down your spine

Following a map to your uncontrollable shiver and surrender

A map only she knew


You remember the small butterfly kisses

Rolling across the skin of your chest like

Delicate pixie pearls

You remember that you looked up to the charcoal night sky

When those butterflies found another flower, handsomer than you

In a secret garden only she knew

How the sound of those lovestruck wings

Smothered your devastated cry–

Oh, yes, how you remember.

So you rest down your tired skull.

You rest it down, down, down.

You watch the scarlet memories drip.

You allow them

To claim their own freedom.


By Kim T.



  1. Kim · January 26, 2011

    @ slpmartin: Thanks. πŸ™‚ I was trying to write a poem about academic pressures but ended up with this…

    @ ayeshahashinghhopes: Thank you for visiting! πŸ™‚ You’re awesome, too. πŸ™‚

  2. ayeshahashighhopes · January 26, 2011

    hi, im your new fan, just thought you need to know πŸ™‚
    you are awesome πŸ™‚

  3. slpmartin · January 25, 2011

    You capture these emotions well in the lines of this poem.

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