Unconventional Love Sonnet #2
Sitting on my deck beneath the cool full
moon, I hear the distant somber chords
of an acoustic guitar, an improvised blues piece
accompanied by the occasional coyote howl.
I am reminded of the losses in my life,
women I have loved and lost, each one
embedded in my cells, each one a melody
of memories, nearly forgotten most days.
As I listen to this lonely moonlit music,
my heart opens to the mystery of loving,
risk and reward, the fragile balance.
How many nights have I sought this woman
whose touch revives me? How many years
have I feared this radiant opening?