Myth of Arrival

This is a repost of an older sonnet I wrote in the beginning of the summer. My friend Stephanie Dominique, from Las Vegas, wrote to me saying she enjoyed it. I tried tightening up some lines and added music in the background, I don't know if it worked (earlier experimenting with music drowned out my voice), so I hope she enjoys it a second time too. Cheers!

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?

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