An unusual sonnet for May

to touch beyond the commonplace

There was a time when she was mine, though just
in thoughts, and those indeed were commonplace;
in idle hours of droning days I'd trust
my intuition to align her grace
with my ungainliness and there produce
a forced amalgamation of her best
and celebrated attributes with loose-
ly packed desires until I faced arrest
of heartbeats and activities of mind —
constrained to only her, immune to where
I was and even who — within the bind
connecting all myself to her the rare
dimension would be gained beyond mere sense,
where I could then perceive the vault immense.



(written in May, finally had a chance to post it)