MANOR
by Ann Pedone
Manor
Particles of light
Strain to the seen
In the shadows of his heart.
He knows her face
Taqstes her lips—
Sun wrenched in the sky of her longing for
The sight
Him
Inside—the inside of her
Growing upon t he sight of him
Induces a fear.
To release the time apart.
It was then that he held her
Dense in the Spring.
Grasses surround the pale-ness of her
Face up to the moon’s
Shadow.
Without the climbing rose, the walls are bare
Of fruit in her
Eyes
Blue
The moon said.
On Sappho
To kiss between
Words—in spaces
There lie ages.
“You’ll lose your soul
In pockets of rain.”
Trailing behind her
To find.
Blindly, he falls.
To piece together
The light that shines
Behind her eyes
In danger of forgetting
I call to the girls weaving
The remains of
His heart, he said
Is never to be.
It is circling always in
Broken voices to her
His call.
To know the
Words
He told me
That came before the rain.
On William Carlos Williams
Flower
Into me-
Slip from the darkness of
Petals
End
Rose-hipped
By the weight of love.
Read between the edges of
Paper flowers-
Take me
Figured in silk
Fireflies.
Nights-light onto the shore of
Roses.
Somewhere I read
Your name
Petal-spread,
Rose-
Touched by the palm
Of my hand.
A line starts between you and me.
Come-
Press me into the
Figure
Of
Your eyes’
Blooming
Rose
Down to the shore, she cried.
Find me before the rocks are
Cured
By the
Salt air-
Break the
Sense of me
Into the sand I feel
Between your toes.
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