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