One look and one word sealed the deal.
It’s engraved in my blood,
that first look, when my eyes
hit you like lightning,
knocking your cue away from your body.
I knew.
The next night, on the sidewalk,
on the corner after the concert,
you read my Raveling,
a meditation on Melanthe
and Penelope,
lifted your eyes into electricity,
your lips lifting “Yeats” to my ears.
I knew.
The world almost bearable with you
beside me, inside me.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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