Duet, Minor Key
by Michael R. Burch
Without the drama of cymbals
or the fanfare and snares of drums,
I present my case
stripped of its fine veneer:
behold, thy instrument.
Play, for the night is long.
Sonnet: Duet (II)
by Michael R. Burch
If love is just an impulse meant to bring
two tiny hearts together, skittering
like hamsters from their Quonsets late at night
in search of lust's productive exercise...
If love is the mutation of some gene
made radiant—an accident of bliss
played out by two small actors on a screen
of silver mesh, who never even kiss...
If love is evolution, nature's way
of sorting out its DNA in pairs,
of matching, mating, sculpting flesh's clay...
why does my wrinkled hamster climb his stairs
to set his wheel revolving, then descend
and stagger off... to make hers fly again?
Originally published by Bewildering Stories
Keywords/Tags: music, instrument, affinity and love, lost love, love and loss, love hurts, loss, lust, impulse, heart, hearts, evolution, gene, genes, DNA, nature, actors, screen, film, eulogy, relationship, relationships
Published as the collection 'Duet'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sense of music as a court jester's control.