A February Sonnet of Sonnets

# 1

There was that moment when first we met
that I held your hand in mine 
and felt as though I had  known you
through all the ages of all time;
that I touched your skin and knew a  warmth
such as flesh alone cannot 
experience -- it is  left  to the soul
for such feelings are begot;
that I felt a spark between our hands
which seared into my heart
and made me want to not  let go
until my body and soul part.

A moment, a spark, created love
As if ordained by powers above.

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# 2

I lost myself in our first embrace 
-- it wisked away my breath.
My soul was brought back from its death
when your cheek first brushed my face.

When first your lips I did taste
my heart into frenzy flew.
And it was at that moment I knew
love that could never be erased.

I found myself in our first kiss
when your lips to mine were pressed.
I knew my soul would not know rest
through an eternity of bliss.

In that instant, my love outpoured
and paradise had  been restored.

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# 3

In heaven all the angels sing
when I hear your voice -- an angelic ring 
which amidst them, my soul it brings,
as in my heart it goes on echoing.

Sirens of old would draw men near
to be wrecked upon the rocks. As dear
life is, your song I must hear,
venturing close, and without fear.

Should I be ravaged upon those shores,
should I drown as the sea over me pours,
should I perish as over me it roars,
my soul shall live in thy song it adores.

And condemned to such an eternity,
my soul would flourish in the melody.

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#  4

And then I held you in sweet love's swing
and tasted  the  nectar that the bees bring
from the blossoms of summer, and I knew
thy fragrance as of the flowers when Spring is new,
and from thy lips I tasted the wine
and savored the song of the robin -- all mine
but for an hour before you were not there
and the cradle of my love was left so bare.
But with the memory of that summer,  I  braved
the snows that would blow, all as I craved
to be with you again and taste you once more,
as winter staked its sentry outside of my door.

Blow, cursed winter, thy fury, thy might,
for I am warmed by the flame that you lit that night.

2/7/99

# 5

The temper of December blew mild, then cold,
as I first reveled in the love you proclaimed,
then languished in the void your absence would  hold,
as I relished each memory that remained.
But I heard your voice come upon the wind
until I almost felt your presence with me,
but condemned by the sin that I had sinned
of my love for you, I  could not see
you even though I heard you. Each day thus became
as an eagle soaring but to crash to the ground.
But through it all, my love persevered the same,
as did yours until  I once  again found
the warmth of  the breezes which come with the Spring
that each taste of your lips to my  heart would bring.

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# 6

A bitter barren warmth of winter's summer chills
as I face each hour which cruel fate wills
I should suffer as my penance for the love I hold,
deserved as it well may be. It might have been foretold
that the harshest penalty would be out of the very lips
I cherish and long to taste, as your 'what is' just slips
so easily and lawfully, eclipsing 'what might be'
as I strain to view the horizon out across a stormy sea.
Love conquers all; shall it also conquer this?
The very breeze of summer that flows from out your kiss
as well blows cold and harshly, I am forced to  muse,
for every embrace I capture, another must  I lose.

How long must  I  be shackled so, to hear your love proclaimed
ever while sorrow bludgeons me if I but speak your name?

2/8/99


# 7 

I sought to find solace and soared on the wind
in search of a summer that neither ends nor begins,
looking for lush green regions to rest
my weary soul, but it was sorely pressed
and I found myself standing on the shore
cursing at the ocean even as its roar
drowned out my complaint, then simmered to say
that it offered peace, all to my dismay.
For I would have had you with me along those sands
if you had but come and  taken my  hand,
for that moment and for a million new suns.
I stood alone where tomorrow might have begun.
And as the waters swelled around to baptise me
not even death would have quenched my thirst for thee.

2/8/99


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