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Saturday, February 13, 2010

Midnight Sonnet

With midnight's toll I pray for sleep to come;
A blessed peace to take me through the night,
But thus I find by thoughts I am undone,
As fancies deep with yearning here take flight.
For then my mind to you oft-times doth speed;
In darkness I may think most any thing.
Salacious thoughts that long to become deeds
Make my breath catch, and yes, my body sing.
In waking dreams that take me to the dawn,
Appetence wears the mantle of desire.
Memories of sweet kisses linger on,
Setting my nerves and aching flesh on fire.
With eyes wide open, all these things I see.
Morpheus, thus elusive, teases me.

© Tanya Anguita

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