Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Sonnet number 1 James WF Roberts

The touch of your hand in the darkness,
the longing for hope in our kiss,
the chill of the bedroom, in your absence
oh, the way you light up the room is bliss.
The fear in your eyes in the morning,
the echo of our own, and shared past,
his shadow over the bed, haunting;
every embrace ends too fast.
But, look inside yourself, Quicksilver
mercury girl, twisting, road all around us,
decisions, revisions, fear and solitude
forever consume our hearts, but lust
is a constant. Lust is so clean,
Lust doesn’t hang up mid-conversation
or see either of us, seething green.

(c) James WF Roberts

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