romanesque, gothic

Your shadow looms
Over our petrified nerves,
Your darkness bright-
Eyed, imposing.

You swallow my
Youth and I give you my hands,
My empty palms,
Both knees crooked.

I had only
Wished for a moment to spare,
But the Bells shook
In my cardiac,

Clanging against
Your chest, until your shaking
Is my shaking,

until your shade
melts us together.

  • Experiments on meter and capitalization. Must relearn sonnets.
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