Sunday, March 10, 2013


                — Inspired by Sonnet XLII by Pablo Neruda

I sought your glance behind the indolent eyes of others
whose voices were raw and harsh, unlike the honeyed rivers
I found waiting beneath the sweeter swells of your curled mouth. 

For so many long years (or were they but moments?),
I drifted alone upon tumultuous waves of desire -

I sought only the silk of your hands, 
weaving through the threads of my own, 
to create new cloth to hide our fierce longing - 

for ripe murmurs to rise from each other's throats,
such delicate fruits to savor long past dusk.

Your knowing smile crept beneath the fallow soil of my heart,
seeding it with divine laughter, hallowed tears.

Bending your boughs to my timid touch,
the forest surges and lifts these whispers 
in vast mythologies of song,
a sea of ancient butterflies discovering new shores.