No, we didn't have anything going on,
it's just that we could have been
a couple of Brownings, intertwined.
Though I probably would have been
moreso Elizabeth, you know,
because of all of my sonnets.
(And you didn't look Portuguese, anyway.)
So, I still read what you write
and wonder who is in your arms.
In the meantime, my pen plucks away
at the pages, at the words.
I just knew, in my heart of hearts, it was wrong.

10/17/2011

Posted on 10/17/2011
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