Unrhymed Sonnets
I.
with baited breath, taming shrews-discordant
music that weaves a delicate tune out
of step with the goings-ons of your lies.
your feeble attempts to display a free-
dom well beyond your means; you, man; took the
last vestiges of black pride; of being
a 'man-type pride,' and littered our walk-ways
with tears and regrets and hidden fears strum
up chandelier-like. what aimlessness you
lived. in the back of grieving mornings, I
still approach the hope that you'll find a way
to adjust and become the man, the you,
you've been searching for. my man...re-claim your-
self, take back the sound and fury of you!
II.
i was game for the kind of sex you dished
out. made myself get in tune with below-the-
surface innuendos that only served
to heighten awareness of 'we.' when you
spoke in viola-dark music...when you
percussioned what was left of my resolve;
instinctively I composed a song form
of dusty tomorrows, sweaty limbs, and
a cashe of open pores drinking in each
brush, grunt, growl, moan...invoking that something.
My man, your riverdark whisperings leave
your voice tatooed, my neck; your food and I
willingly loose my footing, falling head-
long into your musculature-this...trip.
III.
...and day ignited in a dry soul. met
peace and rain-pour inhaling your breathing.
we were good. laying beneath silenced skies
your even breaths walking the length of my
rejoicing in church style hallelujahs'.
can't remember any moment as nice
and secure as this one, laying here in
your folds; becoming unified. my sound,
your sound-becoming our sound. bowing...to
tom-toms beating, your strong; deep eye-glances
bleeding re-newed passion over my form.
mannnnnn this be good! this be righteous! amid
the scent of silence, and singing rising
from earth-i...memorialize this now.
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