Tuesday, June 12, 2012

sonnet one hundred forty four

diving into lashes, into hairs
woven to resemble the most
beautiful, i am stuck someplace
dreaming that your face

resurface from sunrises,
caging the light and fluttering
against atoms, hovering above
sparks, fireworks, a thousand

and one ways to unescape,
love lost in its own wild,
incessant laughter, lost in its

own unlosing, meditating to
the grace that is your name,
finding fragrance, finding mist.

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