Baby's First Sonnets Three

1.

Finding yourself at the center

Seeing yourself at the end

No matter what the journey be

The conclusion is the place where we

Long to find. Long to get.

Long to live and soon forget.

But in this path we see ourselves
And in these travels those selves we lose
And with these decisions we often chose
To be ourselves. To change ourselves
To ignore the beginning’s end
To wait stubbornly at the start
To start cautiously at the center
Or never make a move

2.

He walked inside the tunnel’s entry
The flames consumed all he knew
He proceeded with his arm’s protection
The heat it threatened; melting through
He reached the center of the tunnel
Wishing hoping for its end
He bent his knees gasping for air
For relief that death would send
On all fours he kissed the ground
Suffocation well in sight
He closed his eyes in cold surrender
And open them to blinding light.
The beeping steady sure and clear
Deep breaths, There’s no end here.

3.

The hues of blues and purples drip
Upon the naked canvas tip
And bleed into its many fibers
They watch the colors mix
They watch the pigments spread
They smell the scent they leave behind
They feel the moist consistency be
And in that passion feast and find
Awaken desire and longing three
And in the mix they turn to fire
Fire bright and crimson red
And as the heat consumes the canvas
They smear their lust, they press it deep
And in this painting ecstasy keep