Our Tree By The River Poem by Anna Luiica

Let me drag memories into your skin


I would push deep, like nails in the soles of your feet.
Flick the edge of the cigarette
Light snow floats on the tips of your lashes
Forgive me first love.

Let the memories wash over as you sleep
Take off all your clothes by the bedside
Step into the bed we made

Warm water will rush over your dead cells
In waves as I walk the streets in the middle of the night
I am alone in the mess of the city
You steal the covers selfishly in dreams
To leave me naked against cement walls

But if I may find where you rest your head
With a collar and knitted fingers
My hands will keep...
Let the lines once filled with marks
Let me keep...