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The Dance: a Sonnet

Once your graceful arms did hold me close
once you whispered in my ear
we talked of life and love and those
were words I cherished most to hear

Yet now we must as strangers act
and in this imbecilic dance engage.
Where once was kinship, nothing lacked;
now only glances leave this cage.

I know your deepest hurts, desires
you know my each and every way
your gentle touch still sets a fire
that is the light for this ballet

Go on pretending, go through the motion
We’ll always have our silent devotion.

Lover’s Stars: a Sonnet

Should the sun forget to rise today, and
should the stars remain alight, I would not
be dismayed to sit and dwell within the
night, for under blackness once we met.

Speak they of love as if for morning lives
and lovers arms for afternoons exist.
Yet you and I both know the truth that is:
that love and pain must th’other assist.

For, lacking one we not the other know
and leaving one behind we fail to see
that without hurt, love cannot grow
and without love, pain does not feel

Just as the stars were made for nighttime,
So too were you made for me, darling.