"Unfolding"
A Sonnet.
We lived in the disgraces of men
Little comfort is there in such derision
In those days, it was the dark waters that carried us,
that swept me to and fro,
What false hopes did linger
in those hours of childhood innocence?
They crumbled.
Her tears were turned to ash,
And through which her heart burst forth, like that of a phoenix?
Her lips attend mine,
That delicious tide rising within us both once again,
It rocks us into breathlessness, and then
Abandoning to the cold shore the reddest petals,
This
Yes, this is the life.
Falling effortlessly in love again and again with my wife.
About the Creator
Kat King
Change agent. Writer. Actor. Director. Producer.
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