sonnet seventy five

we forge, without disdain,
point to point, tracing
coordinates, horizons, space,
timelessness, soundlessness,

we tread, without remorse,
on burning coals and fragrant
flower beds, on crossroads
and beaten paths

over and over if we must,
to find what gives meaning
and to mean what we find,

to harbor what has been lost
and lose everything to change,
to be alike or different, to be each other's.

sonnet seventy four

here is what we will never be:
a meantime, in passing,
a figment, temporary,
a battle, never to be won,

a dream, tainted and unrealized,
dawns consumed by the impatience
of the sun, or ink that dries
on parchment dissolved in memory -

never will we allow
regrets to spill without
trying or without resurrecting,

never will we create and
sabotage, or breathe and
shackle, we will only remain.

sonnet seventy three

whether it be the
feel of fire or the touch
of rain, whether it be
the taste of poison or

the sound of nothingness,
i am wrapped in this
delirium of aching only
for you when the day passes

and i would not let
this heart come closer to isles
of loneliness found in this

space, until i stumble
upon the exact same
stares that allowed me to keep you.

sonnet seventy two

my mind wanders into
dark alleys that contain
your vacant gazes and
fleeting laughter, mesmerized

still, no matter the times
you have let out such
a pleasure, a seamless
resonance of all things

beautiful in this life,
and no matter the times
i write over thoughts

i have desperately
attempted to erase,
you remain constant.

sonnet seventy one

dust gathers the final few
answers it needed,
to evoke, feel, endure
a thousand more dawns

that so fervently shaped
the greater things to come,
an unraveling, unshelling
of secrets and thoughts

we have so shamelessly
denied - embracing what
is left, owning what we could

of the broken sky and
wounded air that carry
the trace of our happiness.

sonnet seventy

i glide and trip then i gather
the weight of wounds
and drown them in water
leaving only the indelible,

infallible full brightness
of your smile, dispersing shadows
and conundrums, now i lay
haunted by the slightest

trace – a sigh, a breath, a
glimpse – all the things you
thought would go unnoticed

but these hands are aflame
with desire and leans toward
the spinning, spiraling night.

sonnet sixty nine

the vines tangle and our embrace
weave an intense current
of conversations that live
to breathe punctuations and

synaptic movements excised
by this hunger, unfleeting,
humming, aching for more
gathering a storm that

is our love and being
subdued by its own innate
peace, holding on to

cracks and fissures
that give me your color,
flaws that present your light.

sonnet sixty eight

shaking like your bones would
in the absence of faith,
suddenly stripped of its marrow
and the strength of a

lingering, unabated fate
splitting seconds, atoms,
memories, untraced glances,
crushed now, her muscles

sore, falling of the
trellis as if it got tired of
clinging, escaping the

narrow cages that bear
your voice and dreams
drying to be resurrected.

sonnet sixty seven

let me slip into
the night, into your
dreams, between your sheets,
within your embrace –

the silence that hold
my laughter and the
sound my heart makes
when it beats for you

the taunted, timid ember
glowing like an
impervious sunset,

clashing with the peaceful
sky, the colors unable to
contain its fire.

sonnet sixty six

surely there is a language
beyond rapture, beyond havoc,
beyond merciless nights
and impatient hours

that we could utter
to possess what we always
have – the carved and
jagged thoughts

that held all i know
of you, all i knew of
faith, drowning

mirages and other
illusions giving you
only my emptied self.

sonnet sixty five

untangling, unraveling,
undoing sharp and
unflinching means we
find to burden each other

after realizing in the end
that we just want to love,
so let me cast the net
and capture the sadness

i caused, throw it back
to the darkness, hurl it
towards the void

and open myself up
to delight in your fire,
to walk with you in desire.

sonnet sixty four

over and over,
i told myself that
it would heal,
well it did,

but now i find
slivers, shards,
fractures, gaps
on my heart and

from that same
dark room where
i kept my secrets

and my sanity
now to be ruptured
without warning.

sonnet sixty three

hours spill into a naked flight
am I alone blindly fighting
for a light that would leave
you just for me,

breaking ideals and my own
tears so i can see you in the
midst of this battle unyielding,
unwavering, unrelenting

hands bound, tongue tied,
thoughts stirred, my
soul haunted by the

trembling piano piece
that play with my heart,
as the sun robs me of my light.

sonnet sixty two

i promise you beloved,
that this journey will never
meet its end or its tragedy,
that our pain will never

be sudden, deliberate or
sustained, that you and i
will last like all things
filled with love should

that we will remain,
that we will be faithful,
that we will live through

and gather each other
and wait until the next
rainfall spins the thread that keep us.

sonnet sixty one

this is what i live for –
misty afternoons with just
you in my thoughts,
like flowers left to blossom

in corners touched by
sunlight, the petals filtering
all the love you can offer,
roots seeking the caress

of water on earth,
never minding the dent
it leaves after passing

after all that is one thing
we will never be, for you
nourish all i am made of.

sonnet sixty

we meet in secret
intertwining, intervening alleys
high and restless,
enveloped in darkness

the moon dancing over
reaching out to touch
the beauty you have
always held within,

wreaked only by the
nagging heartbeat yielding
to you – the sound of

your gaze and certainty
of things you hide from
the rest, things you reveal only to me.

sonnet fifty nine

flailing though surfaces,
dragging the delirium
through different dimensions,
shades and angles meant only

for you – my lifetime,
the burden i will bear and
warmth i will seek,
the undeniable and infallible

promise never to be broken,
of tendencies and shadows,
of clarity and wonder,

of days and nights ahead
filled with desire more than
languor, of hours with you.

sonnet fifty eight

in an ungodly hour i invite
your reason and hesitation
to a lofty idea – of placing
your faith upon these hands

that never embraced another
until you showed her that
flaws never would consume
her light, life and love,

until you allowed her to
change each day through
your dreams and what

fate, in gentle refuge
sees in you both –
a love worthy of everything.

sonnet fifty seven

quietly drawn to your
penchant mornings, to your
silence, to the sound of
your dreams and the ache of

your breathing, to the
things you dislike about
yourself - secretly i desire
all mornings be spent with you,

that i be blessed by your
hungered delight and the
truth of your existence,

that you let me stand next
to you to catch the fireflies
that keep you dancing in the dark.

sonnet fifty six

we flutter on water like
windswept sails, wrapped
in a breeze, headed to one
particular place

where the sky and the
ocean meets, like blue and
purple flowers that defined
an afternoon of smiles,

i hold your hand and
never cease to dream the
truth with you - that our

love would not even come
close to a sunrise or a
sunset - it is its own beauty.

sonnet fifty five

i will spend the night
immersed in your naked
dream, with bated breath
awaiting auroras -

to see the light dance
like it never did, to believe
some things exist even when
we cannot see them,

to hold you and be
embraced by your faith
unceasing, trembling

in your fragrant psalms
to bring us back to the
first time we were reborn.

sonnet fifty four

a glint of life aspire
the wandering, sustaining
faith in your hands,
a spark of light taint

the silent night where
we cast our dreams
over and over
without dread or death

a flicker of fire
crowding the distant,
emerging sunset

taking all these to the
end i have anchored
myself to, an end with you.

sonnet fifty three

thoughts escape my head
and spills onto parchment,
taking all of you as you are,
gathering rhythm and sonnets

to offer up to you, much more
every day, than ever before,
seeking an endless fall
and surrender to drink time

in the hands of now,
trust that i will never run
our of reasons to love and

desire you - my logic and
my muse, arresting the breathing,
living atoms of this eternity.

sonnet fifty two

waking up to an insufferable
morning, overcome by an untainted
horizon - the one i always
shared with you, now painfully

screams and laments as
i find myself alone desiring
i see the same constant,
carving, clandestine dawn

to steal or maybe borrow
a fragment of time and
a fracture of your gaze

your laughter seeping into
the stones and the great
divide, i am waiting.

sonnet fifty one

i trace your smile on
this paper like it is sepia,
a vague, arresting memory
that cannot be denied

and i let go of defying
the beginning we have found,
the end we will never suffer,
as i only know how it is to

exist now, in this moment,
in this time scorched and
molded by the heat of

your eyes staring into
the midnight's caress,
never to leave your side.