VII: Designs (Librarian IV)

If asked this time, design a rhyme

To woo your mind from book, by hook

I’ll thread this line up steep incline

While looking back to meadowbrook

Reclined your arms in sun shook shine,

In paper pages overtook

Your gaze from mine, hidden through pine

I spied your beauty’s lounging look.

The joy of snaps and clicking lock

Which ticking clocks with clapping hands

So slap the sand and quickly block

The falling grains, in wick expands

To flame the brand that marks the spot

Where stopped my heart its lonely gland

At sight of you and tamed my thought

And swapped unplanned in place to stand

Where lace with liquid grace ties knots

Between the space your face commands.

• April 2025