Tuesday, March 6, 2012

sonnet eighty four

we trace a place, a space
and it leads us back to
the onset, when my silence
meant yes and your sudden

curiosity spoke volumes -
of stories at length, or meanings
i should have seen past
curtains and layers,

we waited for gravity to
find its way through
thoughts we have kept

and smiles that furrowed
through our minds like
ellipsis, an unending punctuation.

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