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Delayed Delivery

          Delayed Delivery Consider then the time it takes for love To reach you.  He composes poetry To post to you, a poetry above The usual expressions, burgundy In color, softer than a whisper from His soul, and sweeter than vanilla on Your tongue, desired as a...

Sonnet for the Morning of St. Valentine’s Day

Sonnet for the Morning of St. Valentine’s Day If I were dying, I would say to you, “My heart will soon be dead but what you need To know is that — no matter what — all through The cosmos one recurring, mystic creed Is whispered.  It is far too mute to be Picked up by...

Print Before Reading

     Print Before Reading I want your hands to hold my written words, Your hovering fingers to caress them, your Fingertips to touch these lines like a bird’s— A hummingbird’s—wing wafts the air, the pure And cool breeze fanned above the nectar.  I Want your...

La Danse Interminable

   La Danse Interminable Et vous, les loups maigres ~ Romances sans paroles, Verlaine The moon is closed inside a copper shell, A casing of your manufacture, lad. Although my destiny’s a minor hell Compared to others’ sufferings, it’s sad Enough for me.  The landscape...

To Everything There is a Season

There are two versions of this sonnet below.  The gender  of the lover is male in one and female in the other.  Enjoy your pick. To Everything There is a Season With April in his eyes he came to me. They had a springtime certainty and wet With hope they came with...