Just Me

just me, just me, the torrid haunches and
ardent unsettled dark paladin hues
troubled with umber built dun by stilled sand
fashioned practical so to tortoise fuse

o palimpsest other dawned obscure rose
come now to cool a summer's wild sun
quill thrust to hide in dew time as such goes
to limit back again so self as stun

wildercaught all pleased rare green
undersaid that wonder thump stitched and seed
more so bitter umbilical touch sheen
all utter plated though stutter brought to deed

so form a rabbit stew without a hare
and fox the hunt this once to lay it bare



Sonnets Out Of Time #19