Wednesday, February 4, 2009


Sonnet 4

My sweetness, let me eat you alive
I've been hiding all the words you see
So in my frappe - filled tide you may dive,
That in time I wish be heard by thee.
Now I do listen to thee breathing,
If thou speak not my words of silence
Thine face, thine diamonds used for seeing
Filch each letter of my long sentence.
I beg thee to show me now your wings
Lest I fall without any cushion
Because holding on to these feelings
Reflects my own rule's violation.
Oh, how could i ever forget this
Young, strong, scent that I await to cease.

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