Andrew's Sonnet 1

I was born a mason, carving stone and erecting walls

around my scared being until my limbs grew weary.

You breached the walls, brought them down upon us

leaving one soul to rise from the rubble, naked and proud.

Life was ushered forth from the heap, growing

as wild and tangled as our bodies in the sun.

We championed nature, blamed it for our struggles

healed wounds with its perfection, masking weakness.

When we’re dancing, toe to toe, making modest steps,

is that distance fleeting, or is it there to keep?

When we’re standing, hand in hand, bowing center stage,

be it heart in throat, or be it tongue in cheek?

When we’re lying, side by side, tasting desired flesh,

is it fear defeated, or is it fear complete?

Andrew Evans