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Pio’s Sonnet – I

Date Written: September 16, 2017

You come from flowers, from fields of poppies
from the Antelope Valley, west, where golden bees
soar through my bones, like a million silk scarfs, tied
to tiny wings, that flutter and tickle, whenever our eyes meet.
You are a secret plum, I plucked from a snow field.
You are a bed of leaves, soft, enfolding me; an easy
hummingbird; you are the rain that repairs
the fallow fields within me; my warm, safe, cocoon.
Little spaghetti, your food feeds the hunger that
awakens me; your hands, birds that carry my delight,
everywhere; your eyes, waters to bathe and swim, endlessly.
From nowhere, you’ve come; yet within me, everywhere
you live. You occupy me like a soul, like a moving
force, moving me, without permission. There’s no
space within me, that is not you – Mi Amor.

2 comments on “Pio’s Sonnet – I”

  1. Robin Carretti     September 16, 2017

    What a delightful blooming like a rainbow poem from nowhere you come yet within me
    so cleverly written

    1. Pio Ulises Jasso     September 28, 2017

      Thank you Robin, and thanks for taking the time to read it.

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