I Need a Spell—-
a rhyme remembering dreams,
a night with loosened seams,
view to an arete
past my gendarmes,
(I need, we need
new mem’ries
in your arms)
a pair of lines
that, parallel, would lay
a coupled culpability,
a positive capability,
that Keats, in all his reason
would be
found and lost
in magick
and our song.
Delicious. Love the lilting flow of this, both aural and visual. So clever and strong and light.
“A night with loosened seams” great line!! Nice rhythm – very sensuous.
💙 thank you, ladies!