Tears of Honey

"Sonnet #1: In heptameter and Shakespearean rhyme"

A flock of statues, breathy with instinct, are hiding, bare. Near perfect silence. Sand flows, hands tick, and pass the hours Quick as they are loud. Time is trapped inside this hold, this lair; Sunless, vacant, void; the most important...

In bed, at dark Ifeel you touching me, hardnails on soft skin. Delight, delicatenessflow over me with pleasure,wrapped up in blind grace. The kisses offeredat dawn's light are different;broken, and aloof. Miracle of nightyou loved me, but in this bright,...