Villanelle
A new poetic form
And I forget how to breathe. My lips go blue but this is no disease. Carved from a marble dream as pure as grassy dew— And I forget how to breathe. Elsewhere, monochromatic beams leave neither shade nor hue. But this is no disease. My bloodstream's full of caffeine, my heart tears into two and I forget how to breathe. The jewel encased in concrete— a star sinking from view. But this is no disease. Leaves and trees go from grey to green as soon as I shift focus onto you and I remember how to breathe free from my disease.
