Sunday, December 11, 2011

sonnet eighteen

you spoke about desire and
all i could remember was
how the vines of my faith
anchored itself on the

lattice of our omnipresent
love, a gaze i cannot escape,
a dream i cannot forego,
a voice i cannot deny,

and I found myself inviting
you to release arbitrary,
inconsequential moments,

and clutch only to our
sacred beginning, our unfazed
journey to each other and with each other.

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