More or Less

Form: Busta Sonetto

The times that you and I are close and near
Enough to feel the other’s heart mark time
Our love fed and watered, trampled in grime
As we get down and dirty without fear
Every minute seeking sweet pleasure
Every hour desiring the pure rush
Of sensual oblivion found in love
The perfect insight of minds found in hushed
Voices that see that we are treasure
The secret knowledge that lovers possess
In the completion of love, we are one
Embracing joy, you are me, I am you
In union, we let self be undone
In loving more for there is nothing less

©JGFarmer2020

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