i wrote sestinas for you,
undulating metrics that
traipsed about your tendons,
traced my puzzles betwixt
the valleys of your fingers,
swathed with the warmth
of fresh honeysuckle and dew.
pursued my puzzles to your
pure and exquisite palm -
where I have left a kiss for you
to read at sundown
when you are alone.
i wrote sestinas for you by the duck in the rain


