For Love That I Want To Forget Poem by RIC BASTASA

a stain in my heart
for years
irremovable and so i let it stay
like a scar, now smooth and
so persistent that it appears like
a birthmark
to my pain, years back, when i still believed in love
when i was still enticed by the whims of
affections
my heart groggy with care
and drunk with promises of unchange and
landscapes of eternity

nothing lasts perhaps except the scars
the wound, true, they heal
and close themselves in like a room locked
with secrets and trunks
closed and covered with dusts
on the mezzanine floor

but on this day i remember things
with a welcome of my arms
sweet pain, tender memories
face of an innocent woman on the
shores unboulevarded yet
soft breeze of the past seas
salty tears on ephemeral cheeks
with dimples like
lines on the pink corners of
the orchids

on this day i may remember the faces
but i am numb and i do not
remember the intimacies anymore

on this day, i am free and so
in love with you

your hands are so soft, sweet,
your lips so luscious and wet and
flavored with scarlet desires

you are my present melody
and i am singing you from the deepest
chambers of my heart

you are so real, and i am so alive.