It was a perfectly
preserved kiss
some seven million years ago
or so it seemed
turned now
into stone.
hard to believe that this
emotional state of mind
used to be an ocean
standing in the stony desert
of what it has become.
But this kiss
was from another age
when all about here
was nothing but love
not this landscape
of loss.
Memory
that avid archaeologist
digging beneath
the strata of the mind
keeps turning up
these little finds
from the forgotten era
of our marriage
(strange that I can still
recreate you from a fossil
such as this) .
I file & date it:
“Lost Love.” Circa...
it seems only an instant ago.
I seal it
behind glass
place it
on a stand
in some echoy museum room
of my mind
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfectly-preserved-kiss/
