that I could climb behind your line of sight,
now the day is a victory
and I bend at the knees and I laugh
out loud, quiet-eyed, tenderly
the afternoon carries me careful
like a sea turtle cupped in the sand
more tender than a pulled human loin
leaning in my open hand
she said I will write you for as long as I can smoke
and she will smoke for as long as she can laugh
she lets all the space between the words
come right through the kitchen window
and her eyes will drift so far ashore
that I'm afraid her words will last
hard to remember. hard to even see.
back when I had a thing for sonnets. 2013?