Playing with some thoughts of romance. I’m always loath to take the mainstream approach to romantic poetry, if I approach it at all. And I’m learning, through my practice with the trisects and a study of the interpretations they elicit from my readers, how to use depiction to lead the mind in the direction I’d like it to go without my having to cram explicit thoughts into my reader’s face like a tangle of rotting guts.
Company
come
join me here in darkness
let your lips speak back
long thin shadows
let your touch brush away
tendrils of haze
come
let us meditate on stars
fixed in double panes
which fade to the slow
approach of opal hues
the zenith moon
come
we can listen to the sudden
rooftop rap of acorns
as they call out their
little reminders of towering
greatness outside
come
let us study the red
diodes of time together
silent motions that
push with magic force
toward nascent dawns
