The Extension of Speaking
(A sonnet.)
If freely, I would use a word like love,
then you can rest assured I’ve said it just
to satisfy the hope I speak thereof
and to escort the torrent of my trust.
If ever there were tests, this has been one;
I know not if the passing makes it real,
but if we talk of knowing, then be done
and take from this prosody how I feel.
Somewhere, the future beckons like a beacon
and hand-in-hand, my lines would lead us there,
Though they might quake, fingers cannot weaken
the element you’ve brought into my air.
I breathe anew; I take your newness in;
you’ve trapped your exhalation my skin.
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