I’ve found in you: my songs, my wells of force,
you are the breeze and in the way the sand
feels warm at dawn; your skin can set the coarse
for satin nights when I can drown with hands
of silver filigree entangled deep
in richest softness of your golden mane.
You’re bold and brave, the reason I can’t sleep
You are the sudden storm and gentle rain
that whispers from the forest emerald
You are the setting sun, the stars and moon;
my love please take me to your netherworld,
and close together like a pair of spoons
come let us merge, our love is not benign
we are like oaks and let our roots entwine.
For dVerse Open Link hosted by Grace I present my tenth installment of my heroic sonnet crown. Somehow there is a narrative embedded in this series, and I hope I can bring it to a close before the end of the month.
Previous sonnets: Bluebells, The tear of tears, Before the monsters, When we had built a nest, Let’s mend the bridges, Your icicles, Our highway through the sky, The emptiness of brine and Of carnivores and feeble frills.
April 23, 2015