I haven't posted a sonnet on this blog for QUITE awhile, but I have a few that I could. So, on a slow night, here's one.
two moments become one
It hasn't happened to me once or twice
or quarce — enrapt within the moment un-
like any other, grokking paradise
as it can only be, within the one
with whom I share absorbed totality
of motion and embrace and skin and lace
which leads to base eventuality
and certainty, accepted with the grace
of given trust and welcoming intent
until the quake cannot be quelled — and there
two lips amidst the chaos of ascent,
connected beyond thought or word or prayer
as just one kiss ordains our linkages
in voices without need for languages.
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