Tuesday, June 12, 2012

sonnet one hundred forty nine

no deep waters or rumbling
seas tonight, just a notion,
just a thought, just a moment
of listening to your voice

whilst the pages thirst
for more of you and me,
for more of that which
we cannot see,

no more lullabies to swing
this head to and from our
bed, no more arresting

moonlight groping the shadow
we make dancing, no more
hesitations, no more confinements.

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