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Rhymes - 15. Limits.

Your lips tasted sweet on mine: dry and cracked:

The fissures running through my self-esteem,

Nourishing the thirsty, fallen and wrecked,

Evoking emotions: a foreign dream.

 

Darkness stretched beyond the vast horizons

And unrestrained into the wayward past

Whence a glimmer of your crooked smile burns

Through its unrelenting hold: turned to dust.

 

I once feared small places, suffocating

Spaces full of air quiet, still and stale

But your arms: a prison I stay willing,

Reading the marks left on your skin in braille.

 

But my weight bears down on that sturdy frame

There’s a limit to your strength, all the same.

Poetry Prompt 9 - Sonnet
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There is a back and forth disquiet about this sonnet that is compelling. It seems the lover's presence is a good thing, and then it's not. Perhaps the entire poem is about the process of letting one trust another person fully. I think that's conveyed brilliantly.

 

Also brilliant is the image of goose bumps being the Braille that a beloved's fingers can read – love that image! So fantastic!

 

Thanks for looking at the sonnet form again, and for succeeding at making smoother-flowing quatrains. I appreciate all your hard work and efforts!

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