Thursday, April 21, 2011

Pipe dream

Your laughter across the miles;
Scattering low, like delight's faint echo,
It has flown here and now perches upon my heart;
Gurgling and beaming gently,
Like a lake in the shade of the reeds.


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