Love_Sonnet

Come with me, I said, and no one knew
Where, or how my pain throbbed,
No carnations or barcaroles for me,
Only a wound that love had opened.

I said it again: Come with me, as if I were dying,
And no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth
Or the blood that rose into silence.
O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!

That is why, when I heard your voice repeat
Come with me, it was as if you had let loose
The grief, the fury of a cork-trapped wine.

That geysers flooding from deep in its vault;
In my mouth I felt the taste of fire again,
Of blood and carnations, of rock & scald.