Not even sunshine warms me quite like you
and evening rain can never raise my yearn
as softness of your raging lips that burns
with spice of peppermint in purple hues.
The ocean waves might sting but you’re my cue
to beg for mercy when your eyes are stern,
but when it’s freezing darling, you can turn
my world to summer, painting grey to blue.
I’ve built myself a prison you’re my key,
you can come and take me when you wish.
I know you’ll keep me, never set me free
cause I am waiting, waiting for the bliss
of you, my darkness, conqueror of seas.
I’m begging darling for your
final fervent kiss.
My sonnet prompt is the first one in our effort in making a combined form manual with poets posts. It is open for a four weeks when a new one will come, allowing time for editing and improvements.
January 4, 2019