"sonnet65"

a kiss in shadow he does take
with heart to heart veiled in its ache,
four hands in time contained therein
white waters drown two minds in spin.
the moth and flame pulse not apart
a dance is danced one cleave in art,
slight chimes did play into one night
a thread was bound to his invite.
with shy she held to place fore him
whilst all `came hush, by light quelled dim,
new moon he fastened in her hair
sweet lips he viewed in silent prayer,
her soul disrobed with every word
the beast in he held check its stir.

©'t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
31dec14