Her whetted blades of dew and mist collide
Betwixt an ancient oak with serpent's gaze,
And lie she fast asleep so warm inside
'Til swooning noon awakes her from the daze;
My heart, the glowing ember of the sun,
My love, the gallant rays that sail on high
By northern winds as pungent honeys run
A'glow in snow so white to fie the sky
She lies, with certainty, within the sands
Her grained hands have caught me by surprise,
Sleek lily ankles purge those sweetened glands
Reflecting solid mirrors of her eyes;

The seasons of emotions hail and blow
When I watch Kayla and Amanda's Show

Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2009-05-19 at 05:02

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Brian Oarr
The meaning of your last line is lost to me, but not the beauty of your lovely sonnet. Very, very nicely written ... impressive even.