Recovered?
Recovered? Covered once with scars, before
That with the Mylar we call love, my heart
Deals gingerly with this collection. More
Reflective sonnet talents in the art
Of poetry and love have run ahead
Of my discovery of little gifts
Forgotten in a closet. None has bled,
Thank God. Awkward if resurrected rifts
Could leave behind them such compelling stuff
To hemorrhage in stains behind new clothes
A decade on. I really should rebuff
These things instead of letting them cause woes.
..Yet here they are, these pangs awaiting me
….With their pulsating and dilating plea.