Night of April 5th

With a lock of sunset

I dye our sonnet red.

Beneath the moonlight

& Under those rhymes

We alternate & we enclose.

I rinse you clean using stars

& Patches of skies –

In this dancing ritual.

Darkness is the lightest

Allegory I can ever remember.

& I retell the harvest of drifting snows.

We draw our curtains open

Like unlocking the cover of our life books.

We count lissome light from occasional homes visible

& Whisper to stellar roads tangible.

You’ve corrupted me with love

So I have to sob over those official seeds.

& We respirate. Bound & free. Light & heavy.

I’m voluntarily vulnerable. I admit.

Is on this sleeping field

That I awake & cultivate desires

For eclipse so frantically.

Then I confess:

Spring is only our extended meaning.

& Night is the longest monologue

We’ve ever performed.

2021.10.24