Split in Two (or three)

I’ve held                      night time skies laden with dreams,
stars                             and the moon, whose orbit follows lines
in my hand                  laid down into darkness moulded by caress,
until light                     touch of pleasures; sweet songs
escaped                        crashing into prism colours,
out through                  sonnets I wrote on your flesh
my fingers                   tracing every wish into a couplet
and then                       sealing every letter of love with a kiss
I just held                    and held you until morning became clothed in mists;
cloud                           castles crumbled on the drift and I was lost in echoes
whispers                      that blue is here to stay forever.



©2007 P.A.Levy
First published 2008 by Cleave Poetry (magazine closed)