Beneath the sunset

you struggle to imagine

I continue to write

pointless sonnets

on crumpled paper

The words are

halving

splitting into shorter sentences

meaning streams away

in bleeding black ink rivers

sliding off the page

to soak my thigh

I reach through the stanzas

seeking connection

in a statement made

then left to fade in that sunset

you will never know.

Once you tasted my

tart cheese and wine images

the mulled sensation

settling soft in your belly

easing the loneliness

for a time

The colors

of a brown and brittle landscape

swirling

just before your eyes

motes of new green shoots

blazing into you

My pen drying out

to scratch the page

tearing through

to find you