memory like a prayer

Memory does not fade. It can be put away, it can be discarded. It can be forgotten, it can be remembered. Like a story from somewhere, flashes across time. Long ago re-appearing like this moment, like this night. Don’t say a word. Let the final scenes of the movie fall away. The traffic from the city streets quiet down. The last of the evening in your breath. Don’t say a word. Don’t let go of that evening, embers on your lips. In the blaze of the moment, the architecture of your face, cleft, scar, the ash-blue tincture of your eyes, memory does not fade. It remembers, like separate worlds meeting. I leaned over. Like separate worlds meeting. Don't say a word. Let the night be quiet. I leaned over. I kissed your lips and pledged myself forever.