Monday, July 9, 2012

sonnet one hundred sixty

this shade of blue bends
and recollects the beginning,
wanting you from afar,
haunted by what it did not know

high and distracted by
the mere tremble of your
voice when you speak,
even fragments are elemental -

which were all it could take
that one moment and it
felt like an assassin waiting

for the faces to retreat
so it can be near you, so it can
draw life from what you give.

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