#poem #poetry #amwriting sketchbook sonnet of late love

 sonnet of late love

I arrive when the bottle's half gone
- she on a table at the back on her own -
   sketching aquarius outpouring

- in waxing profile she is the moon
as I pass through the beards of the room -
she winces a smile as a greeting

   and her bracelet catches the light
we touch fingertips - for tonight
   we neither come nor go - invested
      as we are there is no place to run -

in apology I show interest
   in her sketch and she thanks me
      politely - dismisses it as a bit of fun -
drains her glass of chianti

The Blue Book

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