Uptown Abbey (v)

dreamt I was in something akin to the Sumerian temple-bordello
and therein she was… with features of an angel

so I was resolved that I would recite to her Shakespeare’s Sonnet 17
because forget the setting �" she was the most majestic being I had ever seen
she stood out
like violet at the end of the spectrum of a colour wheel

and I had a deep desire to know what she was about
allured by her beauty �" all the while waiting for a moment to steal

would I appeal?
I was beginning to doubt

all the same, I planned to let her know how I felt
that was before she vanished…
shutting the doors on what was to me still undiscovered
like a scarlet pimpernel in rainy and cloudy weather

leaving me with a closed heart
 

© Heath Muchena

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