Sunday, July 4, 2010

Sonnet Smackdown on OS









Dream Interrupted

Extracted from my sleep I disavow
The conjugal mystique behind his bliss
What alabaster prayer can stop it now;
that trace of rage unfurled within my kiss?

This life, with dreaming dormant through the day,
has sanctuary sacred in the night
Whose funding of forgiveness strips away
the rancor I exhibit as delight.

But now redemptive pleasure takes me in
and holds tomorrow as I hold my breath
Recovering the mask beneath my sin

I dance with silence like I'd dance with death.


Yet in the prick of dawning I atone
Tis best to dance with sorrow than alone.

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