Leaving San Jose

[_Shannon_]

Leaving San Jose

Pulling my knees up to my chest
to keep the memory of you from spilling
out into the world of noise and corner stores.
I retrace those fingers over my shoulders,
stepping down my ribcage,
to readjust my heart, like a new shirt
I'm not quite ready to stain.

The plane rises up over the mountains,
and I melt into the sun.

[PrinceMyshkin]

This is simultaneously so delicate and so erotically charged!

[everyadventure]

This is fantastic. I especially liked the reference to "the world of noise and corner stores."

[_Shannon_]

This is simultaneously so delicate and so erotically charged!

You have NO idea :D Let's just say it was a really good trip to Costa Rica.

Thanks for the feedback, PRice and EA <3

[Delta40]

I like ALL of it - holding every detail of the memory in. Great poem Shannon

[_Shannon_]

Thanks, Delta!

Today back here on the ground, I can already feel it all seeping out.

[deryk]

I think Aldous Huxley once wrote an essay on bodily positions used to further memory retention (as well as other faculties). You capture the pure motivation of the moment so well. This poem has me digging around in my skull for those great fleeting moments.