Befitting Persuasion

The silence

when the sun sets

and you know winter has arrived.

The howls of a stray dog

ripples the silhouette, disturbing the trance

we stare across the abyss,

the world has failed us both,

in degrees and extents.

Until yesterday become tomorrow,

look at me, as slyly as you can.

Let your eyes fall upon the nude

words of a recluse

and melt.

Befitting persuasion 
into words, like lovemaking-
the kind that makes you gasp,
makes you sink your head, your soul
deep within.
In the pages of my notebook,

you shall remain, like a blot of ink-

an incomplete thought, or an inspiration

to yet another 

someone, somebody I once knew.

To anybody who understands the connection, this is my tribute to Slyvia Plath. I love her. I live her.