Thursday, January 5, 2012

sonnet twenty six

still, indelible, inexhaustible
her despair deliberate and
her particles incarnate of a
sacred, salvaging tangle of

flesh that stretch upon her
naked, languishing body
seeking to be defined, yet again,
by your hands idled by

imaginings, singular, emphasized
flame that seize the breath
out of me, marred by seconds

of silence, of pure, unashamed
desire for you, clinging
to you just like the fist time.

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