“...in good measure--”
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCLXVII)
I’m thirsty sans aught to, as twere, avail.
You turn the page now back and forth, a sense
Of all we tasted hours ‘go waltzing hence
As twould but trip now off my tongue in pale
Excuse, just begging for a voice as frail
Half silence chews its fingers for intents,
And you just make a small noise, like from thence
We know, yet feign an ignrance in betrayl.
Okay, the sigh’s collective as we stir
Our noggins oer that prompt of water—to
Leave off as time is called. And you? My poor
Thought vanquished, we all burst out laughing through
Your lines. Will tears be salty water we’re
Left to ‘non drink because of “I love you.”?
02Oct17b
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
“...in good measure--”
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCLXVII)
I’m thirsty sans aught to, as twere, avail.
You turn the page now back and forth, a sense
Of all we tasted hours ‘go waltzing hence
As twould but trip now off my tongue in pale
Excuse, just begging for a voice as frail
Half silence chews its fingers for intents,
And you just make a small noise, like from thence
We know, yet feign an ignrance in betrayl.
Okay, the sigh’s collective as we stir
Our noggins oer that prompt of water—to
Leave off as time is called. And you? My poor
Thought vanquished, we all burst out laughing through
Your lines. Will tears be salty water we’re
Left to ‘non drink because of “I love you.”?
02Oct17b
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