Saturday, 6 July 2013
Sonnet: Hungry eyes
How is it possible that no sounds come
from your red lips, but I can hear the cadence,
lilt & fall of your words, weaving a spell, fragrant
as tulips & delicate as your thumbs
Lingering over my verses like dewdrops. Drum-
ming fingers whisper as I catch each sentence,
smooth as beads, twined of summer & patience.
My hands braille your face, golden as our wedding bands.
I want to leap & curl between the spaces of us -
I want to drink & drown in this heady brew -
Of these & more, I will gladly profess:
You nourish me with your hungry eyes.
Speak in any language, my heart follows you
like the sun, blooming yellow & new of us.
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sonnet challenge by Kerry
and Tulips by Hannah - The title was my inspiration ~
Shared with Poets United
I quietly watched this middle aged couple, communicate in sign language during the train ride ~ It enthralled me to no end ~
Thanks for the visit ~