Don't Marginalize the Currency of my Sentiment

Kindred Spirit!

At last our souls reunite

as your words resonate deep in my core.

Meet me where we last met.

Shall I bookmark our affair?

My Soul has become lonely on this journey of solitude. 

Pardon my blush, Milton.

I am not proud like the Devil.

Your presence has healed my wounds,
the wounds of a solitary existence.
You've sown me back together Blake, 
crafted me in the moonlit garden, sketched me whole:
Hello Tyger! I've missed you Little Black Thing.

You have brought light into my world, 

turned the bulb, twisted, 

right right, 

you turnt it right. 

I can turn myself, now, 

thank you, Spenser!

Your allegory teaches me to read, to see,

to trace the lines of implicit and explicit:

to welcome the dark semblant!

I see you now, Ulyses, 

beacon in the ocean.

Can you see me?

It's quite Cool-on this-Ridge without you, Shelley!

 My soul recognizes you,

connects to you like a dot on a map.

As a collective, we are legion.

Do I confuse you Keats,

knock you from your diocese?

Do I Trouble the Byronic structure,

Deviate from your sublime, Mont Blanc?

Don't marginalize my sentiment,

minimize my affection,

reduce my individuality: 

this my modality!

This is my modernity.

It is "we."

may 2014