SONNET TO MY DREAM WOMAN

Petrarchan Sonnet from January 08

 

Sonnet to My Dream Woman

It was just your picture at first—no! Your

words and lines and verses—poetry flows

from you, tide of my desire. Only goes

heavenward for my heart. I see you pour

your heart out in lines, and my desires soar

to heavens you grace with each smile—it glows

from within you. Vibrant peach! Love, love sows,

but what shall verse reap? Desire, I implore!

 

What gentle gesture foments love? One dance

gyrating on a lighted floor? Breastfed

sons are coddled–envy such love! Yet, chance

need not be the end . . . Decision instead

drives us to bless each other. What romance

but what we create? On your breast, I’m fed!

Author's Note

Thanks for your comments.

Reviews

[jakelsen]

David,

I am blown away by your poetry! Your passion for life, your longing for the unattainable, shines through with every line. Great work.

[Amy..... "sing To ..]

Wow!! I love this.. "I see you pour your heart out in lines.. any my desires sour to heavens you grace with each smile." My favorite line.

Love it, good job.
amy