Tempest me darkly with your sultry of lips
then wrap yourself sadly ‘round tremors of me
we tumble to waves with sea-glass and ships
and even beyond the horizon lies sea
with its cradle of arms that lulls us to sleep:
remember that dreams are truthful like charts,
who slowly as kissing let us sail over deeps.
Your eyes are the ocean drenching my heart;
your skin is the breeze, my savior, my breath,
when shadows are pounding the door to my room.
when nothing is sweeter than living with death,
deceitful and kelp-tongued, you are my doom.
But after the storm in the void that you’ve left
the silence is bitter as I rest here bereft.
Just a little sonnet written before it’s time for me to go to bed.
July 1, 2019