Sonnet XVII

24 March 2013

Sonnet XVII

 

Responding to her call as she insists,

undulating like water-colored rain,

deliciously kaleidoscopic mist

encircles in safety, a hidden glade.

Promiscuous voices still taunt and tease,

entreating me to join their spiral dance.

Offered pleasures, inhibition’s release,

perfect love, perfect trust, I am entranced.

Lulled to listen to songs I can’t resist,

evening’s end, I concede, comes all too soon.

Surrendering once to Temptation’s kiss,

until next time, underneath a full moon.

Close the circle, as we share cakes and wine,

keep me in your heart, as you are in mine.