Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Forgetful Love

"...I remember that twilight where The path turned left..."

Forgetful Love

I remember the smell
With which you draped
Your body and came and
Stood in front of me ...

I remember my inner craving
To lose my consciousness
Deep within you ...

I remember the longing
To hold you against me ...

I remember that twilight where
The path turned left and the rain
That took you away from me ...

I remember your
Deer-eyed fright.

But I do not remember
When we met for the
First time years ago!






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