my sonnet xvii
Pull me to the middle of your black, to seize the point.
Your timing, clicking in my lap, is playing me in lush half time.
Sleeping is not for resting, but for seeing you sceptered and proud.
Lead me into battle, girded breath held tight
to feel myself up against something so strong.
-3/30/17, 7:33 PM
Your timing, clicking in my lap, is playing me in lush half time.
Sleeping is not for resting, but for seeing you sceptered and proud.
Lead me into battle, girded breath held tight
to feel myself up against something so strong.
-3/30/17, 7:33 PM