Abandoned Sonnet

   If a quiet longing were tricked into speaking,
     snared by the betrayal of an anxious breath,
then lend me your love for a moment less fleeting
than this glimpse of the last of my reason retreating,
as my lips, put to yours, are put to a sweet death
  …

– for Holly

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