Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #370
Blink Once by Belinda Roddie Blink once, and I will still be standing there; blink twice, and, well, I might just disappear. We're alone in this room, an awkward pair, with frantic eyes and anxious, perked up ears, as if we're to be ambushed by a swarm of skeptics and false prophets wielding tomes as heavy as wind ripping through a storm. They'd scream and holler at us, torching bones, branding us with the letters S-I-N. They'll never make much sense of our affair, which is so much more than a simple fling. So if I touch your hand or stroke your hair, don't blink too much in case I fade away; keeping your eyes open blocks out the gray.