Tuesday, June 12, 2012

sonnet one hundred forty five

here, be gentle, an irrevocable
invitation offered only to
you - my lifetime -
here, touch me and kiss me

here, i beg you to look at
me like you have never
loved or laid eyes on anyone
before or since

here, let the silence drown
in laughters and cries when we
make love, here, forget that

this very minute will end,
we won't let it, here, where
skin means conduction.

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