Walls of a Memory
We ran through the streets together,
painted on the cavewall in Chauvet.
a string of tandem you’s and me’s,
the ghostly & primitive animation
of two people
completely & destructively in love,
flipbooking through a lost city.
Towards or away,
we were never quite sure,
even many years after it had come to an end.
When at last we stopped to breathe,
my kiss snagged on the corner of your mouth
& we were frozen in time,
to be painted some day in charcoal
on the walls of a memory.