"sonnet12"

two lips apart doth part and kiss
still in the night so still and bright
new moon she is in splendour bliss
she leans upon her silent knight
his outstretched arms now do release
this crescent young into his stars
she spins and twirls ne'er does she cease
her spinning form now passes mars
the wind he summons with his breath
to slow her speed and course her through
with just his hand he knows the depth
those passing months were not in lieu
two minds that melded for a time
no touch in melody their rhyme

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
9aug05