Sonnet #1

A darkened river collects beneath frames
Whose glass reflects glances I’d ache to forget.
You are deep, red, singeing embers from flames,
Soft light: the sun perpetually in set.
Your voice like water running through the rocks:
Thoughtful, steady, the calm before a storm.
Still with intent of an electrical shock,
Your words burst and spark; their heat keeps me warm.
My eyelashes batte down, your mouth curves up:
Slow honey dripping down sides of a jar.
You’re water, I’m thirsty: come fill my cup.
You’re sticky, I’m a bee and never fly far.
Open palms to the ceiling, say that I’m sure
The fever you create, is one you can cure.