run violent in me
"circe" by Shelley 2007
My dear friend Shelley drew this for me. Originally it was for a different poem about the goddess Circe, but Shelley said she still wanted to work on it. So I am putting this with the sonnet I just wrote. When I get the new version of the drawing I will put it with the original poem. Thanks Shelley, you rock!
Today you sing, “I love you! I love you!
I love you!” And what of it? Did it keep
love at your side? Did any fat ghost who
wanders your whispered landscape stop to weep
or laugh or speak to you? We all possess
secrets. We all possess passions that sleep.
Who does not have the wild urge to caress
or be caressed? When you think of the deep
green roots you have thrust into me, moist dirt
of my heart, the tenderness, the distress,
all the subtle feelings of the desert
that run violent in me, did you once guess
who would pluck you from this moist soil and why?
Who would watch you wither and fade and die?