Always, Rudy

little lost messages

which have recorded your shape
it was always like the first time
so permanently beside me.
your voice is everywhere
i become liquid
i become drunk with the sounds
i sing the blues
because it hurts if i don't


it was new and shiny
the day
you gave me the
wind chime

it made the sweetest sound
at the merest whisper of the wind
little lost melodies
recorded in my mind

i became giddy with the sound

or was it the kisses down my spine
with stubbled chin
and white hot tongue?

now it's old and weathered
but still
it plays your melody
recorded in my mind

you became liquid
and flowed through my veins