Monday, December 5, 2011

sonnet twelve

beyond the naked, crumbling,
fumbling light of your eyes,
my hopes spun by a thread
of an undeniable clarity

catch the curves and contours
of your body, the shimmering
skin that wraps you,
the points i have mapped

upon you, as i imagine
your petals unraveling, unfolding
without hesitations,

my hands will caress your
delicate, fragile soul and
affix my heart in yours.

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