Sonja Broderick - I Didn't Forget

I’ve been keeping count, my love.
every day you’ve entered the fray
through the Mekong
and the monks’ long mass of dongs
through a noon vigil,
you’re never far away.
I lie under a mosquito net
smelling the mysteries of a country
still new to a stretch
of the West’s vast need for imposition
as you lie on my lips,
your life so full with races and braces,
and Damned from my arms.
You charm the scent of lotus leaves
in the long sun.
Racing cockroaches check the waking hours
and ghekkos grace the flowers
that visit your kiss
on my sea-toned skin.
The lights have dimmed.
While bedtime stories still
skim the shores of fantasy
there is no room for me.
Kismet sets another course
and our molecules will
merely meet briefly.

Sonja Broderick

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