Saturday, September 25, 2010


That loveliness lingers warm
Like a glowing ember,
Though you may call this whimsy stuff
Mere words
Of self forgetfulness;
Still my words flock to you
Teeming, streaming
Down on each moment, down on each year
To passion’s limit
In radiant love
In deep longing
In black abysses.


1 comment:

Basque-Land said...

This poem made me feel so many things, some sadness, some hope, some anger, the depths of love are so mysterious, not a simple feeling. Some of my failed relationships were based on illusions, the ones I created.


Last night you wrote your sonnets in  Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and  I  ...