WD SONNET
Distance that hooks in my spine holding me down
a frenzy of spectral wasps on my skin graze
frustrated desire surrenders splashdown
render me into uncommon limbs that splays
this pink meat of me for your vulpine hunger
your tongue binds me in absent eloquence
the date of your arrival seems far longer
the need for you immediate permanence
you call out again, feed you me in morsels
soothe these burns under my skin with your soft voice
talking down the swarm as it drones and rumbles
a fascination becomes singular choice
you grasp my longing in capable caring
held in a seven hundred mile pairing
November 14, 2000
