Sonnettics

I held my love and watched her fall asleep,
a wave of comfort washed across her soul.
Serenity became a shell to keep,
a treasure swept from heaven’s distant shoal.
I watched her dream of beaches, white and blue;
the rise and fall of footsteps marked her breath,
contented sighs, her stride was graceful too,
like one who walks through life not fearing death.
I watched her stop and choose a grain of sand;
she held it out and smiled an angel’s smile.
Here’s love, she said, and placed it in my hand,
then hand in hand we walked another mile.
And when she woke, she wiped away a tear.
I felt you there, she said. I felt you near.

She wants to drink me deeply in her thirst,
like walking through a desert to a spring,
at last to quench a passion which at first
had been denied of almost everything:
a mind that only wanted thoughts sublime,
a heart that only wanted love to share,
a soul that only wanted peaceful time,
a perfect body wanting one to dare.
And now she drinks me deeply, cool and sweet.
I love how she revives; I love her laugh.
To think that I have made my love complete,
in awe that I have found my other half.
And now I drink her deeply, sweet and cool;
we two are one, a fountain and a pool.