- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Freeze-Dried Sonnet
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Click hereAs if the darkness of your eyes could show
a way for me to trap the voice of pain,
and set in amber life’s imbroglio
for me to hide, so only you remain.
Jars of my desire, well preserved –
formaldehyde-postponed in its allure,
patient in the hope that I’ve reserved
for packing up my soul, in honey-cure.
Repentance never froze a single urge,
but kisses stir emotions long left stored.
From suspended animation will emerge
warmed and soft – adventures unexplored.
A trophy, not of conquest, but of art –
A taxidermist version of my heart.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 16 years agoThis poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,500 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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LeBrozabout 16 years agoA life preserved is not well lived; what's left is but an empty shell. A sonnet can say such harsh things in such a soft voice that you can't help but look closely at the thoughts expressed.
