Sonnets for Dancer XXXIII

How you were, How we might, the sooner it starts, the later the night when that appregio descends,…

Sonnets for Dancer XXXII

Daring to speak, wanting to sneak in two words, yet without relief they come like fire into…

One blinding bliss, one holy shroud, two binding prudent vows, we understand our other as knowledge does…

Follow me not, for nor can you find these flowers of an unborn Spring; for dancers append…

My dearest moment, still yet holding on air since ears seek wisdom and eyes, stairs spiraling upward…

It’s rare to light this late at night our burning casual evening rhyme encased in the walls…

Your attitude, indelible, speaks of a milder extreme that would launch our sleek, sweet dreamings alight upon…

Only that tracing finger along a sinuous ridge hints at the valley that you might flow within…

I know that I loved: I remember it clear. I still see the scars, the tissues congealed…

Our invisible machinations march through the hours, thinking of nothing so that nothing might become of my…