Monday, December 5, 2011

sonnet eleven

let me tempt and incite
your desire which needs no
secret to bear, i heed
your flaws and perfections

within my furtive thoughts
begging to be kept by
your hands wandering
through my soul, my skin

and when midnights are
harsh because i am not
beside you, relinquish all doubts

for i have always belonged
to you – whose laughter excise
happiness from this heart full of hope.

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