Grains of Longing
by Frank Watson
a fever

black as hell

for eyes

as dark as night


~~


savoring 
the nearby fruit
of touching skin

~~


traveling beyond

the senses

grasping

a grounded cord


~~


must I post

on a Times Square tower

for you to give me the hour?


~~


our atoms

two pieces

of empty sky


~~


before me


you stood 
arrested


~~


binding time

in memories

warped as fire


~~


music

escaping

indifferently



Note: “a fever” alludes to Shakespeare’s sonnet, “My love is as a fever, longing still”


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All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2012