Sunday, April 29, 2012

sonnet one hundred twelve

chasing your seductive, inspiring,
empirical sunsets, exquisite,
tasteful, words dancing and
falling off the clouds

that forgive the strength
of your stares and hail
the tenderness of your
touch - healing, hiding, hushed

all to be enclosed within
my hands, drawn to the
phrases that entwine the

roads we walk upon even
in this distance, forging
streets and avenues and crossroads.

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