from "Sonnet," line eleven

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)


(February 2012)