Nathaniel
written by: Timothy A. Agnew
savannah
i misplaced
my love
for you
tucked it
into
my pocket
like
a
forgotten moment
and still
your eloquence
pierces
my soul
as i cease
immaculate
on
any corner
of your
gridded
veins
even distant voices
become
tomb dust whispers
is it the bodies
sleeping
beneath
your
streets and squares
or
the
demon oaks
refusing
the
burdened
branches
of scars
no
your squares
bequeath sojourns
into
a
miraculous night
you jest
about your
nathanial
poisoning
your
spanish moss
yet
oaks bloom naked
over his crypt
your red doors
and red lights
lambaste
your ghosts
but they abscond
through
velvet shadows
tapping me on the shoulder
or leaving welts on my skin
you
ancient southern city
you
hypnotize me
again
thinking
you
could fool me
into the
sublime texture
of
your shrouds
no
love is restless
in my bones
as
i jettison
the remnants
of forlorn soot
and
once again
embrace
your
breathing sidewalks
my ghosts
sleep
with yours
and
yours
are
outnumbered
