Sunday, December 18, 2011

sonnet twenty three

inevitably, i rest in your
secret, insufferable yearning
and day after day,
blamed to and blamed for

i hold out and beg
to put out the fire with you
and nobody else, i tripped
into an alley and found

myself drowning in your
effervescent light, how
much more of this, i ask

and end with aching
always for a higher fall,
into your arms and into you.

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