poem

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this week's assignment: a villanelle! yeaaah, that was fun.


Villanelle: The Lovers Employ Nature Imagery

Fish flock like lions, bristling their fins.
The water and the world are born anew.
The sun arises new and whitely skinned

The forest before us is balding and thin.
The grass is damp and soft, with much to do.
Fish flock like lions, bristling their fins.

You knocked. It was my choice to let you in.
And my tongue traced your hot blood's muted blue.
The sun arises new and whitely skinned.

The night passed without seeming to begin.
The stream its singing way wove neat and true.
Fish flock like lions, bristling their fins.

The yellow teeth of the oak tree grinned.
We could not plant enough trees to undo.
The sun arises new and whitely skinned.

Between my hands and yours was born a sin.
Our hands that even nature can't unglue.
Fish flock like lions, bristling their fins.
The sun arises new and whitely skinned.