Wednesday, May 30, 2012

sonnet one hundred thirty eight

and the harmony captures
the light ignited by a thousand
deep, atrocious, delirious
seconds lashing for your

intent and craving for your
energy, swords abandoned
and armors fall, drawn to
the victory of finding you -

and keeping you, bound to
the wrist of timelessness
offering the shattered

retreat of this heart
claiming the broken web of
its willing slave and origin.

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