Divine Afflatus Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

You forgot everything.

Buried your hands deep
in distant fossil dust and
tried to interpret my scribbling
in the quicksand
but ebb tide
washed parts away

Still

I lick fossil dust off your fingertips
that taste like melody
because Santayana perceives Music
Music
the most abstract of arts
as a servant to the dumbest emotions
while I respond to the silence of words

Words

that evoke mute portrayals
brimming with feigned sounds
in turn triggering
bona fide verbal passions
Save for I am deaf and dumb

to echoes of love
albeit our tongues interlock
as if they were wishbones