Dissolving All Distance In A Single Sonnet

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Dissolving All Distance In A Single Sonnet

From inside, I view, from behind, your body

On the balcony, your look enwrapped by city-span,
the rising CN Tower lights coveted by Brooklyn eyes.
We understand; my room and I invite you in:

I twist myself to tilt your sight, and spill my head across the ledge
and onto sky; then begins the body press, the lips to neck. Citizens within
our borders wish to mix; immigration laws do not exist

Between our kiss, or in my bed. Among the threading
in my sheets, the strands you leave are all I count. They recount
my fingers weaving to your head, and how I watched it facing

Out, in poignant glance. That locus, under microscope, could explode
to where, with such device, you search for me
upon the slide, scrutinize, then conclude: both man and place reciprocate.

Toronto wants you. So do I.

Copyright © by Kevan Copeland

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La notte

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La notte

Love’s interior, cruelly dimmed, appears
in reflections. Vivisection won’t show
emotional artifice or its tiers;
skyscrapers steel up from such pathos.

A sterile Milan, within dilettantes,
breeds ennui in a pair. Their forms divorce
among the revelling rich: without want.

Like rivalling youths aborting their force,
the brief freedom streak of a skyrocket
dissolves. Above idling idols, the sky
fills with colour from a single silhouette,

Then the substance of it. Morning light spies
two cores at opposite ends of an eyesight—
denuded by dispassionate white: the night.

Copyright © by Kevan Copeland