a sonnet for the coldest october afternoon (2018)
today, i embrace my powerless form
on the coldest october afternoon
near translucent trees that slowly reform
i lie in solitude and long for you
your song keeps me sane in this concrete hive
the park benches are cold, quiet and used —
by thousands of lovers that did survive
the one-way street that left us bruised
(my dear)
do you still smile of the darkness we shared?
the silk, ardour fuelled kisses on my skin
the dirty thoughts and bleeding wounds we bared
i submit to my loneliness within
lover, tonight i cradle the musing moon
on the coldest october afternoon