Myriad of Words
Form: Korean Sonnet
In streets of harmony this poet strays,
observing desire where her passion plays,
in muted words reflecting bygone days,
this unknown woman holds my wanting gaze.
In rambling dreams that waking can't erase,
I'm touched by love to softly sing her praise,
and echo longings of the tribade ways.
Yet words I write will never be suffice,
to say she is my heart's own paradise,
and starry nights offer no calm advice,
the myriad of words, I say them twice,
as reeling senses yield as eyes entice,
for love demands my whole, I pay the price
I am consumed by passion's wanton vice