Tuesday, April 24, 2012

sonnet eighty six

no restrain, just resolve,
no disdain, just delirium,
as my eyes ponder and
seek the angles of your

shy and unassuming nature,
like glasses that trap and
reflect light, your soul
luminous and infallible,

i muse over steps i needed
to take and unhinge the
last few parts of you

to make you fall,
i come to you like clouds
racing toward the sun.

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