A Sonnet.
Love, antiques I was forbidden to touch
It was the whispers of what could have been
It was the night and day and just as much
Stark as doves on black sand, her long lost skin
Love skipped and danced and cried inside my walls
She sat and stayed for dinner every night
Love waltzed with the stars and my mother’s shawls
I was fireproof, her lungs had frostbite
For Love’s breath extinguished fires within
The chess game of torture and tenderness
Men became infernos, enemies, kin
Check, checkmate, pawns fall into the abyss
Love was gold at a glance, pyrite up close
Love was delicate, like a thorny rose
