Saturday, January 21, 2012

sonnet thirty nine

when our whispers recline
to the dread of silence
i offer up my heart
and envelop your soul

with the faith and fire
we found from where
we began, my lips
tremble at the sight

of your light, massive
and more finite than
anything we both have seen

then i go back to the first
sunrise crowded with
the song of your gaze and smile.

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