Sestina

"Resolution"
Calmness comes to my eye
As I sit against my tree;
I feel its roughness against my back
And the warmth of the air.
I feel the hardness of the ground
And am entrapped by a ring.

The sun glistens off the gold in my ring,
But it only succeeds to blind my eye.
My decision has nailed me to the ground.
It’s the last time I will see my tree,
Breathe in this open air,
Before to him I must go back.

I love this feeling against my back,
Hate the feeling caused by my ring,
Love the kiss of the blowing air,
Hate that he was the one to catch my eye,
Love the shade provided by my tree,
Hate to pick myself up off the ground.

So I let myself fall asleep on the ground,
And just like that, my mind takes me back,
Back to when I would always have my tree
And on my finger there was no ring.
Everything in this dream world pleases my eye,
But I know this vision’s thin as air.

Soon I feel a change in the air
And I am back on the hard ground,
But a vision clouds my eye
In which I am able to come back.
I will simply be rid of him and his ring,
For this cannot be the last time I see my tree,

My proud and peaceful companion, the tree.
Again I will feel this air,
No more will I wear this ring,
I know I will once more sit on this ground.
Nothing can hold me back-
There now must be a steely glint in my eye.

I set the ring beneath the tree,
Lift my eyes up to the air,
And leave the ground, but to him I go not back.

Fem/Masc Found Poem

Hers

A tangerine joy fills me
as I notice that in this chapel of love,
with friends and family abounding,
my eyes are drawn solely to him.
A luminous moon highlights
the fierce panes of his face,
as everything else is tinged
with dark lights.
I thought I was a wild thing,
but he has tamed me,
made it so even I
don the age-old cliche-
something borrowed, something blue.
And then I see
his aqua chrome eyes.
There is no horizon in sight;
I am done for;
I am his.

His
I swear she has done something,
magic, voodoo, or prayers,
to set what some called
my ferrari black heart
in motion.
I feel her essence before
I see her; I smell her
sandalwood scent,
that essential contradiction
of her polished nature
and the woodsy smell.
But when I glimpse her,
finally,
a paradiso inferno is set alight
within my soul, and I know
this is no longer
just a one man show.