Poetry via Pop: Be Mine!

Be Mine!

Six dutifully measured steps
trail this spectre, incognito
soft words, wisps, emanate
like milkweed thrashed
and strewn

Steadfast in my sightline,
following the horizon and
panning left, waiting for the silent slip
the embrace of nocturnal umbrage

it’s not the easiest thing --

unraveling a wont heretofore enmeshed
but if this lifefire can descend slowly,
beckoning to the hoarfrost:
“come hither, pervade”

then so too shall I unravel

your scarf that once warded off the chill
now strangles unabashedly

[ jh ]