Tuesday, September 11, 2012

sonnet two hundred fifteen

with bated breath we
confine ourselves in
circles of the fiercest
need we both have

ever felt, we both
have ever known, without
the necessity to measure
misery or distance,

without the nagging
red stranger that is
loneliness, without any

other thought but
our reality, this, us, now,
and the next vacant hours.

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