Il Faut Oublier Poem by David McLansky

One must forget
The taste of your skin
The salt of my tears
Spread hot and thin;
One must forget
Your eyes mocking grin
As I pleasured your thighs
Your mastered chagrin;
One must forget
Your silence at sin
Mistress of worlds
All held within;
One must forget
The wealth of your eyes
The truth in your lies
The heat of your sighs;

One must forget
As I taste my own tears
As I stare at the bed
Now that you've fled
I rehearse our sweet whims
Of all that we've been
Of all that we've been
Of all that we've been

One must forget
The pearls of my life
The gold of my days
The long silvered nights
Your soft negligees
Your shadowy breasts
Their gossamer crests
As you crossed to the bed
The whisp of your tread...
To the memories I wed
One must forget
One must forget
One must forget