Monday, February 27, 2012

sonnet fifty nine

flailing though surfaces,
dragging the delirium
through different dimensions,
shades and angles meant only

for you – my lifetime,
the burden i will bear and
warmth i will seek,
the undeniable and infallible

promise never to be broken,
of tendencies and shadows,
of clarity and wonder,

of days and nights ahead
filled with desire more than
languor, of hours with you.

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