Every twist and turn
Makes me hold you more tightly.
You can’t get away.
You know you are safe.
No matter where you may go.
I have to hold on.
Twist and slide, knowing
That I can always find you.
You can not get lost.
We are made this way.
Like hand and glove we are made.
That’s how well we fit.
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Thank you for this. I have held to this promise for so many years – it has brought me comfort and made me courageous.
This is another one of your pieces where all of the first lines can be read together in sequence – then all the second lines, and then the third, correct? I like those. Is that something you do to amuse me or is it a poetic convention?
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Sometimes I do it on purpose. Sometimes it just turns out that way. Like now. It just happened because of the way I naturally balanced each line. It might have worked better, if it had been intentional. Either way, I love you.
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This was a lovely piece of writing…it made perfect sense in the most lovely of ways.
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Thank you. I have made quite a study of instinct, and have much to say about it in other writings; those however are not yet available, I am sorry to say; although, perhaps soon will be. (another project in the making)
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