Stewart Sonnet

Your green eyes, O! how they haunt me, You daughter of Persephone, you angel of night, Whose silence bleeds mine heart, whose very sight Entangles my limbs in a web, unfree Without thee. Your cloudy visage I cannot see, You Morpheus, intruder of my nights, Of my dreams, as I climb after you to unknown heights, Heights that I slip upon and fall to the sea, The flat sea of static, of hundreds of pixels. But you lift me from the waveless waters Before you vanish in white again, Before I can taste your sweet morphine lips. Kristen, Kristen, should I not bother? Will we ever share blood, a kindred skin?