Wednesday, January 25, 2012

sonnet forty five

what resonates after all has
succumbed to a few hundred
days of yearning is my
yearning still, an unending

fire and an unquenchable
desire, a fiery, incomparable,
intense, outward energy
spoken for one named you

in this undefined elation
gathered by the tenderness
of midnights enveloped

in your arms, without doubts,
without fears, just certainty,
delight and dawn.

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