when we obscure the
subtleties and expose
the masked, tangible
coordinates, places that
lead us to who we
are and what we can
make of this, to the
nest of reveries that
hang in the midst
of our sleep and our
wake, to fists of
arguments that wrestle
with the shadow of
our own lonesome song.
a lifetime of desire
basking in your light and love | the cistern of my delight | the fuel of my thoughts
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
sonnet two hundred nineteen
you lie where the threads
begin to unravel the
destiny we thought we
were making, and we
turn to a corner that
holds all beliefs and
disbeliefs, the alleys
that embrace faith
in the existence of things
that cannot be seen
nor touched -
and we understand
that such is enough to
keep desiring.
begin to unravel the
destiny we thought we
were making, and we
turn to a corner that
holds all beliefs and
disbeliefs, the alleys
that embrace faith
in the existence of things
that cannot be seen
nor touched -
and we understand
that such is enough to
keep desiring.
sonnet two hundred eighteen
i sing to the glazed, red
hues of the clouds soaked
by the sun, and see
the impatient wind
hum and hover above
the truest of truths -
daunted by the alpha
aspiring punctuations
married to the epic
that is our onset
and our end -
and the ceaseless
understanding and
fear that lies in between.
hues of the clouds soaked
by the sun, and see
the impatient wind
hum and hover above
the truest of truths -
daunted by the alpha
aspiring punctuations
married to the epic
that is our onset
and our end -
and the ceaseless
understanding and
fear that lies in between.
sonnet two hundred seventeen
the savage landscapes
mourning the hours we
stay awake, the moments we
spend apart, clinging
to perpetual resonances
- of names hailed and
spoken in the dark, of
the blackness drowning
the still, impenetrable us,
we arch our embrace so
it may take the shape
of who we dream of
becoming, so it may take
the form of light.
mourning the hours we
stay awake, the moments we
spend apart, clinging
to perpetual resonances
- of names hailed and
spoken in the dark, of
the blackness drowning
the still, impenetrable us,
we arch our embrace so
it may take the shape
of who we dream of
becoming, so it may take
the form of light.
sonnet two hundred sixteen
as the dust collected on
blistered shadows and angled
dreams, the dimensions
shifted to suddenly simply
telling this story of you
and me on a road that
fumbles and twists with
each day we forego the
pain and forgive the
inconsistencies, with each
moment we gauge
the silence of hunted
smiles and of unending
poems and desires.
blistered shadows and angled
dreams, the dimensions
shifted to suddenly simply
telling this story of you
and me on a road that
fumbles and twists with
each day we forego the
pain and forgive the
inconsistencies, with each
moment we gauge
the silence of hunted
smiles and of unending
poems and desires.
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.
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.
sonnet two hundred fourteen
tiptoeing around the noon
of your sleep, or the naked,
yawning dawn that carried
the divine shadow of your
body in languor, time
in a day marked by the
painful hours apart, alone
i would imagine the phases
your breathing instill
upon walls and ceilings
of a heaving, perpetual
need, to discern your
thoughts, bubbles within
your mind as you lay.
of your sleep, or the naked,
yawning dawn that carried
the divine shadow of your
body in languor, time
in a day marked by the
painful hours apart, alone
i would imagine the phases
your breathing instill
upon walls and ceilings
of a heaving, perpetual
need, to discern your
thoughts, bubbles within
your mind as you lay.
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