Tuesday, July 17, 2012

sonnet two hundred five

let me wring your loneliness
and devour the sand it
grows from, allow me to
take this one time and

hold you close, so close you
will feel the weight
of your love on me and
tell you, my beloved -

that though pain and
absence may plague the
days and nights ahead,

i shall think of only you
when i begin unfolding the
notion of happiness and of life.

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