too lonely sonnet

too lonely sonnet

too many years ball-huddled over gut
can’t matter who’s to blame that ‘ya just can’t
too crashed as clench-up twists too deep the cut.
i wished in you my place to find, heart to plant

but i became a wooden board and fell
down overboard, scrape-tumbling steel ship side
as i closed more over my private well.
i might’ve slipped slunk low; i might’ve lied.

this love is meant to flow from wellspring out
to wellspring in — from one thtrough other one.
this love would bind two hearts beyond all doubts —
so may two sparks ‘twine, wind and grow a sun.
I’d find you there where share us all us all.
I’d hold you near and uncurl out this ball.

Authors: BW/AW
Copyright: AMW

[Bartleby’s Poetry Corner]

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