obsession

obsession, caressing the old purple scarf
still sericate after years folded carefully
out of sight, still a golden weight on my heart
his eyes, that day, glowed with intense love
and as we walked, brazenly arm in arm
through the city's dwindling light
during the magic moments of the day's gloaming
only the stars later matched my fulgurant delight
as I unwrapped the ebony box

obsession, years later, with his eyes
I frequently covered in purple silk
I am squiffed by the memories of our
susurrous words on the pillow
though I've since abandoned
the late night brandy
which was his leit-motif for happiness
and tonight's sad love song, a reminder
caught in the delicate crackling of the lambent glow
of a thousand candles reflecting
in this room of my mind's mirrors

obsession, a frisson for a moment lost
in the chilly air of a long time ago
revisited as if it were only yesterday



obsession
[2007.20.12…a]
Number 1 of The Dorian Flynn Poems