I enjoyed writing my first sonnet yesterday, so, I wrote another one…
Heartbeat sultry, alone in the desert,
Your love is a caravan approaching,
A nomads flask tipped gratefully, quenching,
Lips to lips, thirsting for romances curt,
Arid dust clouds gust to breathlessly flirt,
Stirred sharp sand lashing, thrashing, entrenching,
Pool of haven – mirage! The void drenching,
Heartbeat sultry, alone in the desert,
Bereft, the cold dead night solemnly falls,
Stars dance to impress, you take centre-stage,
Your face flashes in my dreams as sleep calls,
Vivid as pictures on a glossy page,
Your cheeks delicate as dew on petals,
Drop away with the years, but do not age.
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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