Dark Honey Sonnet (Diaspora Rhyme)

Is it the fire the wind or the earth

That let us set a spell between pea green

Walls and blind windows drenched in the cloaked girth

Of shadows shuttering softly between

The trees concrete steel and us colliding

Rising and free falling I breath a scene

That never flickers from faint breeze gliding

The slow steady crest of dark honey seas

We lions chant epiphanies riding

Chariots crashing fallen leaves from trees

That have stood still longer than mans first will

Yes I should beg or shall I plead and seize

the nectar the essence of how you spill

Your will for me sweat pressed flesh making deals

With me to soothe this fire that I feel