Tuesday, July 10, 2012

sonnet one hundred eighty

i write this as i am on
a train, hoping it carries
me to you fast enough
so you may forget

i was even gone for
a while, clutching to
the movements that held
our sacredness and

the seconds that kept
our desires, painfully,
faithfully, sweeping through

the lit side streets and
avenues, wanting to see
but one face, one smile.

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