Wednesday, December 5, 2012

After Sappho

You kneel at his feet, fingers
lacing his shoe strings, singing
softly. And all the air is gold
around you, you two

Your laughter is like sunlight,
poignant, painfully bright
and unselfconscious. Only I
feel it like a knife
within me.

I sense my soul recoiling
from something too warm
and not my own. My senses fade
from dreams, they are

I melt and run like snow,
dumb and acquiescent.
This is death, and better
to die leaving you
in ignorance.

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