love's death: a sonnet

eternal eyes,

goddess hair,

longing stare,

sorrow belies.

wistful guise.

failing care.

resigned despair,

mortal lies.

arcane lips,

lost face.

blood drips,

love's trace.

life's eclipse,

finally chaste.

numbers that pass/the passing of numbers (incomplete)

atone for a day's deed?
not on three hours of sleep.

upon my wrist a new scar;
I laugh as I think I've made it this far.

I planned, I thought my death,
A troubled life, one last breath.

From May, through fall

ONE

from May, from May,
from one, may two.
from Spring of May,
may love spring through.

TWO

through Fall, through Fall,
through love, be true.
through eve of Fall,
falls love for you.

as i read Jane Eyre again

i reach the part where mental illness is referenced as ¡lunacy! ¡depravity ¡madness! Brontë's writing consumes me, but in doing so soothes, for no longer is mental illness defined as lunacy, depravity, madness.

amor ilumina, amor conjura

amor, cara ilumina.
ojos sedientos, fascina.

piel, sol, desnuda.
roce, beso da.

voz gentil, caricia.
corazón, travesura inicia.

fluyendo, sangre, locura.
amor, recuerdo, conjura.