What Are You?
A sonnet of sexuality, romance, power, and religion.
"What are you?" Said she with the long fair hair
That rest on her back and begged to be grabbed.
Her smile a mystery of tender care that
You see only the second before stabbed.
"Me?" an enigma of power and dread
Who begs the favor of your grace and splendor.
From doorway to foyer until the bed,
To what imagination may render.
But what is she? Pray! Is she an angel?
And if she is would I then be her god?
For it is together that we are able
to create heaven with marks on backs clawed.
In the blink of an eye, we dissipate;
Winding together the tails of our fate.