In the Folds of Your Memory
You don’t have to squeeze me
to that tight schedule of yours, Sweet!
Just keep me, pressed between your pages,
where you search for a smile you lost,
where you feel the contours of your hope expanding.
Keep me there,
Like the petals of those flowers that you blew me that day,
spilling love on your pages, printing the fragrance you miss much;
the yellow pollen rolling to the mid ribs of your memory book,
with its gloss still vacillating, ebbing your loneliness.
You can always meet me in those imprints left behind lingering,
like your touch that remains seldom on my fingertips;
radiating moonbeams from the entangled bodies in love, near the window frame,
your hand gliding smoothly over mine, like flames on gasoline, so smooth
ending its journey at the tips, dangling-
like a dewdrop on early greens, holding on graciously,
until reluctantly you could let go, with the ring of the rising sun.
When you feel lost, hold out a finger, trace mine in the folds of your memory pages,
to bring you back home, sweet.
These fingertips have you inscribed in their lines,
But, don’t you squeeze me to that tight schedule of yours,
just keep me pressed in the folds of memory pages!
JGeorge is a 26 year old writer from Pondicherry. Her poems have
appeared in several online and print journals, most recently in “The
Martian Chronicles”, “FishfoodMag”, “Muse India”, “Madras Courier”,
“Spark the Magazine”, “VerbalArt”, anthologies of “Boundless”(Rio
Grande Valley International Poetry Festival 2019) and “Love, As We
Know It” (Delhi Poetry Slam). Currently, she is pursuing her research
at Pondicherry University