Intertwined

An unconventional sonnet.

Mine lover with her long, flowing red hair;
Looking at her fills me with such longing;
Suddenly, drifts away mine every care;
For only she can give me belonging. 

Mine passion, flowing like that of a flood;
Mine longing, being stolen by thine lips;
Mine body, feeling the rush of my blood;
With thine body, our body, hips to hips.

Hands intertwined as we lay face to face;
I feel our skin, melting, melding together;
With our flesh, our veins, our bones interlaced;
Till me and my lover can ne'er be severed.
With our beautiful dismembered body, we now know'eth our love is embodied.