homage to Heart’s poetry
in the form of a Brazilian sonnet**
Pretty pink clouds cluster on
my graying mind’s horizon
as I roam your house of verse
breathing in the brazen breeze
that carries lilts of lust and loss.
Seductress, you lure my heart
into playfully set up microdrams
to trap a sad man’s smile.
Kidnapped from a drab void
to tender moments of bliss,
how I long to belong to that lofty realm of subdued passion and coy winks
long to become sound of your song,
stroke of your brush cause of your sigh.