"sonnet56"
lips lush to a howl for the moon
turn to hush with a many-ed rune,
trembling pen pens the night, shadowed
breath still in flight, secrets hallowed
and robed in jewel red from a afar
pin their songs to silent sitar,
bestial veins course in thought of you
tightly twist to a mark anew,
two do verse in a scene entwined
darkened cries to an air refined,
blushed displays in hues do unmask
less than three too many a task;
the veils unveil amidst the dance
shying eyes known now to entrance.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
18may11
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