Monday, February 27, 2012

sonnet sixty

we meet in secret
intertwining, intervening alleys
high and restless,
enveloped in darkness

the moon dancing over
reaching out to touch
the beauty you have
always held within,

wreaked only by the
nagging heartbeat yielding
to you – the sound of

your gaze and certainty
of things you hide from
the rest, things you reveal only to me.

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