Sonnet on a Memory

Too brief to hold you naked in a ball
Your skin as hot as half the love we made
When interrupted by some duty call
Reality, the song we almost played

But then you cried and let me hold you more
And then I stroked your cheek and kissed your hair
The way you touched my fingers, such rapport
The way the light stood still within the air

I didn’t think I’d ever leave that place
I thought your tears would all be mine to dry
I saw eternity upon your face
I heard forever, softly in your sigh

The moment we created now is all
Too brief to hold you naked in a ball

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