Sonnettics

I love your curves, they’re soft, and warm, and you
Enticement is a shape that has no edge
Your shape is pure enticement; this is true
I love your curves and all that they allege
With proven allegations they entice
I love you Love, whatever shape you are
Your curves are more than curves; they are precise
Precision that entices from afar!
But hold me close; come curve around my heart
I want to hold your curves within my arms
I never want to be too far apart
Or far away from all your curves and charms!
The softness and the warmth of all your curves
Is more than anyone like me deserves!

2/14/2012

We kissed and said, “I love you,” at the start
But what we started, neither one could know
Of course she said, “I love you,” from her heart
I kissed her like I didn’t want to go
I didn’t, but we both had things to do
and yet, within her kiss, I knew she’d stay
Whatever things I asked of her, I knew
“Of course,” would be the words that she would say
If anything was difficult or worse
I knew within my heart that she’d be true
Her promises were nothing she’d rehearse
Her love forever ever would imbue
my heart, my soul with beauty she can’t hide
Nor would she try to keep it locked inside.

I love your body, always next to mine
I love your arms around me when we’re close
Within your arms, your warmth is so divine
That word feels right, it’s not too grandiose
Your body is a warm, exquisite place
In beauty it protects your treasured heart
And though you wear its beauty on your face
You’re more than just a precious work of art
Like warmth or art, as similes abound
Your body knows no end of poetry
I love your body, and I’m glad I’ve found
Your treasured heart and glad that you found me
Your body near my body helps me know
Away from you, I never want to go.

2/12/2012

I love your hands, they seem to love me too
I love the way your fingers touch my skin
My hands applaud the things your hands can do
Come place your hand in mine as we begin
The journey that our hands already know
Along the paths and trails our hearts define
I love the places where, our hands will go
And if your hand gets cold, I’ll give you mine
I’ve got to hand it to your loving hands
They handle life with soft and subtle care
Your handiwork unfolds as peace expands
Your loving hands caress me everywhere
Come press your palms where loving hands belong
And let your hands conduct my simple song.

2/14/2012

Coming soon!
A Sonnettic Sequence for my Valentine
14 Sonnets made of 14 lines of iambic pentameter each.
I will post 1 sonnet each day, from February 1 to February 14, St. Valentine’s Day.

1/31/2012

Memories paint the pictures of our life
I love the art our galleries contain
Walls in each room and hallway here are rife
This is a place of beauty we sustain
Balance exists within our halls of art
Sometimes a canvas bears a swath we view
All by itself the image pains the heart
But it was painted and belongs there too
Walking together, we will laugh and cry
These works of art are ours, we made them all
We’ll paint some more together, by and by
And we will hang them neatly on a wall
where we can see them anytime we’re here
Beauty of ours will never disappear.

I chose to be alone to mend my heart
I only want to share it when it’s whole
I’ve lived a life that’s ripped it all apart
and left a jagged edge along my soul
I sewed it back together, but I found
though healed it bears a long and tender scar
and when it beats, it makes a different sound
Music for you should never be bizarre
I know you like the songs I write for you
I want to sing my songs for you in tune
I want to share my heartbeat’s rhythm too
Though we’re apart, we’ll be together soon
Then you will feel my love and you will hear
I have a song for you and me, my dear.

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Unsure of who I am, I need your hand
to take my hand and lead me thru my life
Our skin-to-skin is real; I have it planned
And yes, I want your love; come be my wife
A wife is one who stays beside my bed
I need your love like food I need to eat
to strengthen me when I am nearly dead
And you, my love, you’re filling and you’re sweet
We’ve loved; we’ve held each other soft within
I still remember songs that filled our hearts
Your love was there beyond our skin-to-skin
and in your warmth I feel my own warmth starts
I’m certain that my love can feel it too
I’ll wait forever ’til I’m holding you.

My memories are tears; I have to cry
I didn’t say I want to, but I must
I want to stay in bed, don’t want to try
a life that’s full of things that I can’t trust.
I lost my wife and son; they live back east
I lost the other loves with whom I’d share
I taste my tears, my memories: a feast
of rancid food and sweetness, both are there
I know it isn’t normal, how I feel
I know it’s not forever, but today
my tears are all my memories, they’re real
I’d be a fool to wipe them all away.
I’ll cry as I remember all I’ve lost
With memories and tears I’ll pay the cost.

It’s more than just a chance I want to take
It’s more because my feelings are a storm
I know that love is something I can make
I only have to find a body, warm
But when a body’s warm it has a heart
A heart, just like a sugarbowl in rain
will wash away before it can impart
its love, and then it’s only filled with pain
I’ll take a chance, because my heart is full
My feelings didn’t wash it all away
I’d rather make sweet love than something null
that treats my feelings like some game to play
A body, warm is soft; its heart’s within
But touching it will start with skin to skin.