Monday, July 9, 2012

sonnet one hundred fifty seven

my lips utter the truth
of who i have become,
under your gaze, within
your embrace, beneath the

silken, crescent moon
the void swallowing what
once before made sense
as all things found their

meaning in the shadows
bound to the road where
we held hands and sought

a trail filled with hope,
drowning in kindness,
arrested by love.

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