Sonnet

Such an explosion: long overdue; and we cuddled; and we

Laughed; and shared secrets: Is this love?...

She was mulatto: six feet tall, with red hair. I was smitten,
Thirteen years of age. I wrote her a...

Someone made a statement: I agreed. I seldom disagree.

Such as myself: people are partial to their...

Laughter – come home; but what is laughter: its root: its gesture.
I stained laughter: aloof and...

What if love’s sensation was all pain? The moon wouldn’t
Be so full. What if she burned love; and...

She read a book a day; and swam a mile. I was smitten: a

Field from home. I spoke shy: she laughed...

She was a poet; and she died poetry. I couldn’t measure her
Style: it floored the school. We loved...

She lived and died jazz: the very bone; and batted wit, tore
The soul: a thirst to vent: a voice to...

I cry mercy, misunderstood. My life—a cinema: my grave—
A pest. Speak of love, my moon and crest;...

I feel air the tip of fingers; and I read something: a mystic:

Anti-Christian. We trekked graves;...

We speak the scars, and grope the moon; and tears drip, a

Web of glass. We crawl the sky, and plead...

We shoulder pressure: our backs heavy; and so much the
Weight—and pineapple dreams. We shelter...

Strawberries and lime, my love: an aphrodisiac; and beige
Almonds: a joy. We color art, a feral plum...

Such mystic this love; but the world paints pain; and I fall the
Gravel, and grope the sun; and...

I mean not to pull, and not to tug, but love flags the soul; and

God paints the breeze; and there...

I’m warm, my love: such tea and brandy; and it’s early; but

Something cries: a bottled wish; and...

Grace is to love you; and whisper my heart; and such music:

Fire beneath the bone; and I ponder...