by Shawn Allen


Of these I am made:
the salt of a tear
a smile’s incandescence
phosphor, burning bright
the caress of moonbeams
the lust of fireflies
a monk’s desires
the edges where light and shadows meet
the sound of a wish
wind in a graveyard
the scent of a nursery
wanton mutterings
whispered screams
captured star-stuff
the echo of oceans
the dance of the mountain
the hue of delphinium
the fragrance of porrtulacas
the feel of fresh yarn
and secrets,
Of these I am fashioned.