Sonnet of The Sound of Drums
The absurdity of alternatives
Can such an impression reflect between
Our two hearts each set on superlatives
Preferences so fixed they wash all else clean?
For me not a question of if but when
You echoing "how'd we get here so soon?"
I try to muster an answer but then
Get lost in your touch and delicate swoon
The race is still run, the band still plays on
But some distance is gained between soft sighs
The space between heartbeats synched with breath drawn
The space between lovers, skin press of thighs
Have I fought for you, to find you at rest?
Did you dream of me and find heart in chest?
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