Through A Face Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Over the wall of memory
A long drop to remembrance
When I don't see your face for three days or more, it becomes a smoke demon on a misty night
Drive a car through its center
It disperses quickly

At a spot at an angle behind your shoulder
Is the ghost vibrating just outside your field of vision
It startles you with its fluctuating clarity
Your most dramatic encounter with her recollected and then it suddenly appears in your present day bedroom

Her invitation is exploit me for the benefit of paradise revisited
Captured in time, like a rare export in a private zoo
Like an amusement park facade with giant ruby red lips
Into the mouth of mocking posterity
They'll never grasp the seriousness of the face that cannot be recalled from sight