Erasure


Our tent is packed, stakes rolled 
carefully into canvas, candles extinguished, 
love notes folded into my brass chest.

I toss my gown of a thousand stars
into the Nile, where thrashing fish spawn,
feed hungrily on its sparkles.

A hawk swoops over the dark water,
moaning for its lost mate.

Some other night...
a restless night that draws you out searching,
you might see remnants of my gown twinkle, 
reach out your arms, embrace silent air, lie 
beside me in your mind one more time until 
daylight arrives, erasing me from your memory.


Pris Campbell
©2004


This poem was written as a sequel to my
Queen of the Nile poem. To read that poem,
click HERE.


Art: Andromeda by Dore

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