s./j. goldner Poems
21 And Rising
my words fill in blank memories,
while images of you stay fresh like ocean air—
weaved in my soul like the braids of my hair.
an addict of wrong addictions,
but so sweet is the taste
until you discover—life comes un-laced.
twenty-one and rising:
you were the only love I didn't borrow
kiss me now for I know of no tomorrow.
lost souls are but shooting stars;
I wish I may, I wish I might—
with two black freckles turned to the night.
two decades plus one
and to be a lover was my only care,
when in fact, it's the impossible I ...
Handprint On A Wave
She knew how memory worked.
Last time she had seen him
he had been perfected
Ly etched in her mind;
She didn’t want to replace that
with anything less
Than what she had known.
She knew how memory worked—
How memory faded