To let us dawdle- stay forever in our past
please let my fingers race and nudge your nape
and let the silver moonbeams slice the glass
of windows as before, to tempt, invite the snake.
Let’s splice our legs, retie our knots again,
and spend another starlit night awake,
forever is too short in velvet chains
on sheets as shackles, let us live on dreams
of undulating moves and drink Champagne
to soak and stretch like saplings seek the stream
ignore the crags and boulders meet the shore
where we find warmth, alive to burn the schemes
of ends, this deed unsigned declaring war
let’s mend the bridges — make it as before.
Today Kerry want’s is to use quotes from either Leonard Nimoy or Sir Terry Pratchett at Toads. I worked a little opposite trying to find the quote that fitted the next installment of my Sonnet Corona, and when I saw Nimoy’s final tweet, I felt it fitted what I wanted to use. Sorry for making it backward.
Previous sonnets: Bluebells, The tear of tears, Before the monsters and When we had built a nest.