Unborn Sighs Poem by Jean Rojas

solemn and fervent kisses
of the past
beholden unto memories
of golden yesteryears
in your mind,
in my eyes,
the laughing lies
of unborn sighs

figure the future
inside an hourglass
amused and bewildered
but bending reflexes
the body that cries
in the faithlessness
that refuses to die,
is the same body
whose thoughts run
in discord,
without ties...

i see you
and you see me, naughty
caught in amazement
on the webs of a maze
you tell me
what i must decree
but how can you
when we both can't be
the words to a windsong
in the fall of the summer long

(in memory of Roscoe Arbuckle)