by on November 11, 2018

Sonnet 341 (Your Love Bare) 


And when my final breaths are drawn from here

And where such air as this don’t know I'll find

I'll find the place most blessed where you appear

When followed by our bodies' love entwined.


So, this the place our love best in rapture bound

The consummation that our love most see

I do not need to know where else it’s found

Enough joy here when you are lying next to me.


So, painful that this ecstasy will not know

When past these grounds what will unearth?

I will take moments here your passion know

Than guess another place give them birth.


And, so, the breaths drawn here are all I care

To hold onto my last where your love bare.

Posted in: Poetry

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