The Embrace

a sonnet written from the point of view of a woman overwhemed by the guilt of her affair, in contrast with her lover.

  

                    The Embrace

 

I call it lust, this panting heat between

Our lips, this urgent bulging god that rules

Our loins.  You swear that Cupid's bow, unseen,

Has hurled its point into our tryst.  Damp pools

Still stain the sheet were honor died, clear beads

Of sweat still ride your chest.  Love near, I ask?

Some demon howling, feeding on these deeds

Is more like truth.  I dress in haste; you bask

Spread-eagle on the bed, you laugh.  Our sin

Has pierced clear through my soul: my first child's face

Rises before me like a foal's, her thin

Hair tossed before her eyes.  Gold ring in place

You go, with lathered skin and scented breath,

But I, I walk away embraced by death.

Author's Note

I'm open for comment.....

Reviews

[BLFK]

I think you'll receive comments too. You've hit a sore spot for a lot of people, I'm guessing. But everything you said is true. I admire you for saying all this with beautiful and haunting words. I'm a fan of what you said. Great job! Thank you for not writing "The Embrace" with passion and no regret. Because there always is regret.

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I think that this is fabulous ... honest and out there.

[M. Amphet Salt]

This is kind of sick in away, but none the less a good write, with haunting imagery.

[Robwills]

I once posed the question, that there is not love in lust. Therein , my answer "Damp pools

Still stain the sheet were honor died"
and then, "You go, with lathered skin and scented breath,

But I, I walk away embraced by death". good words, wrapped well.

[radian7]

Walkin' on the dark side...

[Your Tasty Field Adviso..]

it's like a silent parting, just saying goodbye and moving on to the next life. i love it. great poem.