Ouroboros Sonnet

A Petrarchian sonnet dedicated to a recurring dream I've had for pretty much all my life.

In my dream appeared a devil. So she,
Slim in beauty, and so lightly dressed,
Wore a mark upon her smooth olive breast.
She offered me delights, and to agree
But wear my lips ‘round her neck, bear her fee.
What she spoke, left me morally stressed,
To wear her mark upon my heart, my chest.
These are what her soft words promised to me.
And I, wishing otherwise, took her hand.
She bid me to her arms, to taste of flesh.
Touching heat to skin, soft marked my heart,
No sooner did this than I was damned.
Lost now to sweet lovers, pure, young, and fresh.
I was stolen away by her keen art.