risk
a relative
analysis
more a will
to lose
one’s life
for a simple
kiss
—
each of your actions parse
long branching lines
like sentences
streaming across a razor’s
grammarian edge
each word spliced
obsessively to my life
—
look
my heart
unfolds
—petals
fall
—
kneeling
on this garden path
I gather
what’s left
like soft flesh
to my hands
—
slowly
my fingertip
traces
the curve
of your breast
—
I follow what’s left here
like hounds hot on the scent
baying across a marsh
are these trails real
or am I distracted
by my own desires
—
so many layers to sift through
years of fluid sand
slowly swallowing with each step
all who blindly blundered into our past
—
he drowns in puddles
of his dreams
—
within his sarcophagus
this tomb of words
he hid from the love
which would approach him
until he vanished from himself
from “Sonnet,” (a work in progress, line 11, syllables 1-10)
from “Sonnet,” (a work in progress, line 11, syllables 1-10)
(February 2012)
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