sun finds chinks, batters

white-stone fortress, air heavy

as our eyelids, limbs

held close in blind-darkened room

we dream of ravishing wind



night presses damp

skin radiating heat—

agreed to terms of surrender

we sleep


15 thoughts on “Besieged

    1. I’m glad the mood came through somewhat. I changed a lot in the second stanza because it seemed too obvious, then wondered if it was too obscure…

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      1. That is such a hard balance to find. I think you did a great job with this. But I also wonder where to draw that line myself and what it even means to be aware of it …


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